I won’t break.
I’m not a stick...

In the kitchen, a bowl so dull
with an owl in a pole, the color of coal...

I miss you like petals misses the stem.
Without you, I have no roots, no place to bloom...

The ocean
waves hello's...

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

To fall asleep in the bed of your arms,
with your chest pillowing my dreams...

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

It's just a tear in my eyes,
That breaks my heart, and makes me sad...

It's not a day or a night that I would like,
Or an afternoon or a midnight that I would prefer...

When you are not near,
I miss you as much as I miss the clouds on a...

Who would have known
that a mere hourglass...

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