the world breeds wildflowers with
thorns so abundant; you wonder...

imminent like the blossoming of night-jasmines,
my tongue is ripe with music, my heart pulsates...

tender is the night as the monsoon
blossoms at some time past three am...

and if i die,
i don’t want you to mourn me...

i want to tear the sky open,
and drink the ocean you...

a voice borne of everything but light;
you are the impetus to my fragmenting...

forsaken –
the light has abandoned us all...

don't martyr yourself -
you’ll find her, and peace again...

coward.
the word itself is unpalatable to a practiced...

my skin drinks in the sun, turning a
shade or two darker – a homage to our...

sing your song –
you’ve took up residence in my heart long...

on this night, i ask whether
the heart is brittle or were the...