you collaborated with silence,
fleeced by darkness, so...
blackbirds sing the mourning birds in –
and i echo their songs of lament...
is it the madness of the
artist who is fueled by...
Sparrows are benign,
their textures are so fine...
She called for the wind
so the wildflowers...
Well hello, you know
Everything is nothing and nothing is everything...
we can only live for so long
on a scorched planet...
come near –
i promise you it’s safe again...
edit: This poem might trigger someone.
I don't want that, so I'm putting this warning...
Being innocent
is the most punishable...
sometimes, words aren’t enough: there's the...
ubiquitous, overlapping when it comes to you...
i added praying that i don’t dream of you to my
nighttime ritual, it’s not that you’re not...