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

There's a gust inside,
it chills me...

Mr. McHugh use to be fun
until he saw my pink heart...

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

It's a craze,
me loving you...

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

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

Quite often
we spoke in...

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

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

It's raining here,
I wonder if it's drizzling...

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