It is difficult for me to measure time.
For it is a part of this imperfect place...
Thank you
for creating all of this...
I am not a poet,
Who writes a poem...
Can anyone tell me why, I was molested and the...
Can anyone tell me why, when I screamed for...
I wanted to run,
to run towards the edge of tomorrow...
Prophets are beautiful outside
And dirty inside...
a theological eclogue on the subject of *nihilism
Marque...
I know how easy it is to make a wrong turn
I believe you must learn what I had to learn...
There is a poor girl
sitting in the street...
Existence is a bead of light
Relative in size...
I love the rain
As it falls down...
God
We are the lampposts in the streets...