In my cellphone, I write this poem.
I write. I form. I create this poem...

Before you sleep or close your eyes,
let's come outside to watch the fireflies...

There's something, something,
something about you...

Dear
if you want fame...

I thought the rain awash inside my heart,
But came a gushing cloud and I did not cry...

I peacefully watched the metro from across a...
A man with tattered clothes, smiled to me...

White
candles...

A gaze into his eyes, a smile,
a tender kiss in my forehead...

Dear reader,
I often times ponder about life and I also wonder...

It's been a while since I wrote like I usually do
without paying attention to meter or rhymes...

Why should I write a sonnet just for you?
When Hockey players will be on TV...

I fear not myself nor the world,
But my heart...