Stare hard,
when piercing my soul...

A picture made of words
Blue and white hot...

Eight fields i wander
no time but for one...

Words full of silent struggles,
formed heavy with whitened knuckles...

Ya so what, it's not a poem but who cares. I like...
Darius, a young man of age 23, felt a sudden...

Alone and scared,
I sat and feared...

Eyes are raised before knowledge.
eyes are teared before sorrow...

Comatose
a comatose of effluence...

A child is born
A stork is in flight...

I sat in my chair
feeling despair...

Crystal spheres
shards of glass...

At dawn, dusk begins
at light, dark falls...