Poems

If long nights bleed into the sun, shall it weep the red day born. For blood moons cast shadows and shade...

I might insist you Leave, and call you back again. It's only the repetition my addiction to your pain, you...

Beneath what you glorified, was broken, a tender to the cuts on my soul, you gave me nothing to stop the...

The love that doesn't live.

The love that lives not in skin and voice, but in thoughts, silent and...

From the moment, my eyes open,
I have try to sketch, the gem in the heart of perfection,
But...

The darkness of night,
reflected in the light, of the beholderʻs eyes.
To seize the griefs,...

You have to look for what makes you free in life.
I was awake as a bat at night searching for light...

Who writes poetry
probably, only me
but here we go
Who loves letters and words...

Your I Love You's are useless
They don't mean a thing
I Love You's, stick like glue
...

I have found that sometimes
Evil is hidden
by the reflection of pure love.

I can't remember if I knew
The porcelain dog was Dad's Nana's.

I don't recall it being with...

It's mortiferous,
​​​​​​For one's soul to deny love,
Yet we all deny.

They look the same as they did several years ago...

For the first time what's good for thee isn't...

I closed my eyes to your mistakes
So it's only your glory that shines
I blocked my ears from...

Taking their trust elsewhere...

Maybe, you changed your mind too fast?

Whatever it is......

In it ..... a pen on a sheet of paper
He sits down in the corner of the room
looking out for...

What I saw In my dreams
I saw rainbows and roses
After It rained and I saw
Fields of...