Today my name is colorful
Yesterday my name was dead souls...

You know how people say if you really love...

Let me ask you
a question of fate...

A broken heart:
fragile when broken...

I need someone
To tell me...

Happiness seeps from my heart, like blood from my...

These poems are getting old
And these ideas are getting stale...

You looked down on me
and i looked up at you...

Pain
crying...

This poem is with thanks to Juan Ramon Jimenez...i...
i am not i...

The possibilites
in a thousand pieces...

Close my eyes
Forget yesterdays meaning...