I know my poetry is in shambles-
it is enchanted with...

Should one worry
if her dream...

It just so happens, truth
can make a heart clearly see...

I suppose what I desired was
for you to inspire me...

I'm beginning to think the whole world
is on the verge...

He inspires me
with a yellow bellied impression...

As of late, the poems I've read
don't really grasp the potential...

It does me no good
to muse over frown lines...

You say you like the way a risk
can tickle the spine...

It feels like I'm undergoing
open heart surgery...

Tonight, the tone of my heart is deafening;
like an ocean at war with Mother Nature...

It's 9:57, morning tide-
melancholy mocks me...