For the eight time this year,
Where were you again...

Down the stairs, cold smooth tile felt under my...
as I eagerly waved my hand back and forth...

Alas, she fell for
the man of many lover...

I couldn't hate how
the scent of summer flowers...

the smile has left your eyes
I wonder where it went...

The white light was shining on me at that...
so I took a sip to drink that sober chance...

Family dinner or date with friends,
They were all asking the same...

This is not a poem
And it is long...

There was this old maiden.
Tia Sabel was her name...

She was only seventeen
She's too young to work daily...

The wind is blowing,
and all of the tulips are...

Can you breathe down there?
Two fishes under water...