Yearning befalls prey
to a broken wish...

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do...

Labyrinth of the bitter and the sweet,
of the ripe seasons before the harvest...

When the night has fallen,
And the stars start to fall...

Her eyes remain glued to her scruffy shoes,
As she roams aimlessly around the streets of...

The presence of life in the self-image cast on...
Realizing you being tormented by your own...

What is art?
It's speaking from the heart...

Annoying and frustrating
when it's hard in your mind to keep narrating...

Sorry mother,
I have to disappoint you...

Life is a gift treasure it
with love and happiness...

I have a dream,
that one day, my poem will be nominated...

I wrote you a secret,
a single word...