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

a rose as red as blood has bloom
and birds have come to see it now...

if I were that little boat
sailing alone in the ocean blue...

There was a time
when life...

Oh darling, turbulent like seas, your skin;
A violent brine that moves me off my feet...

Dear Stephanie,
How are you doing? I know you don't know me and...

Within the night, a black leather book rests on...
just like your head does on my lap...

It's just a mess, a mess, my mom complains.
Why can't you have it organize, cleaned...

pirouetting, dancing
skating through thin ice...

I cannot write of love when I am in love.
I cannot write of you...

as per the radar in my eyes
i’ll wear a rain coat and rainy boots...

Some say our Time on Earth is borrowed
I say it’s not...