I feel like a star
cast amongst this ambiguousness...
Daffodils had no shadows
When I thought of you...
An ache that builds and burns
Desperation creases my furrowed brow...
The Aftermath
(Dedicated to all the martyrs, victims and their...
Untamed currents of silver ribbons flow
a refreshing language of movement...
I am a fan of darkness,
his lips seem to beckon desire...
Snowflakes are dancing as they come spiraling...
like tiny ballerinas all dressed in white gowns...
-`Written for a Contest.`-
Droplets of rain fall down upon our bodies...
A fan of flashes that come in all white.
Raindrops are just needles to inject life into...
Im dead.
But i have no grave...
I'd like to gather my poems
and scatter them...
Towards the dam I will wait
Silently, patiently...