Often many people will ask me
What is my favorite feeling...

Delicious patterns of candy pink
And the breeze that flutters calmly...

Yes, it’s sourly sweet
My fizz of a flashlight...

Immersed in the witches, cloaks and spells
Retracing the steps of the brave at heart...

My smile,
So simple...

I once was your candy,
Sweet supple scents invited you...

Looking down at her hands,
I notice prominent red cuts...

“Onion Cries”
WARNING: a DARK poem, disturbing theme...

Temptation, I was giving in
Never, I said I wouldn't do this...

Got to write down everything I feel
Must explore my emotional state...

I sweep the floors of a hollow house
eerie air breathes a sonnet...

I am proud of the disfigured image in your mind,
A mix between a vomit smell and a chilly air...