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

people turn pale blue
when a guy at the register...

Every night,
I swam in waves of dreams...

There's a thought in me
that is like a bird...

Let’s start again
by writing a poem a day...

shh ..
have you ever been to a desert...

Everyday before dusk turns to dawn,
I read a couple of poems in my bed time...

I won’t break.
I’m not a stick...

Another wrinkle stamped on my skin
Great! The skin says date to mail this person to...

Oh flower in us your scent, sweet love.
Let our roots enroot, deep into your soul...

Today, I'll write just to write like I often do
with my eyes close and my fingers on the keyboard...

Well hello, you know
Everything is nothing and nothing is everything...