Tick tock
is all I hear...

Broken, exposed...
in front of the mirror...

This ink flows so perfectly,
A discrepancy to life...

Her hands have endured laborious tasks
Working hard to earn this family's home...

It's crazy to think-
this life that I lead...

Untitled poems
are surely some of the best...

Half a smile,
Hung on your face...

If love had one definition,
I'm sure we'd all be lost...

Dedicated to my friend and [recently] his future...

Can one believe in love?
it's existance seems intangible...

He's walking by
my muscles...

I believe in hate
A term most confuse...