Ah the irk,
the grind...

Poetry
By writing you...

Creativity
Please don’t mind me...

Hellon, so it was you
You who invented this form...

We don’t want a war right now
We don’t want a war ever...

some days
my thirst is so immense...

Mother said "the sun will come, open...
as white curtains sang a tune of clish-clash...

I cannot read your mind,
nor can I predict your thoughts...

I thought my thoughts were clear
like rivers flowing with streams...

Maybe the stars were out of my reach,
exactly how you used to preach...

The ocean
waves hello's...

The sun does shine when there are no clouds in...
Yet whose to say that the sun does not shine as...