Nah, poetry does not have limits
It’s similar to mathematics...

Ever wonder
whether Everlasting exist...

Love me sincerely
it’s all I ask...

Me wonders how the years
have been flying with no wings...

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...

as winds whisper secrets to thirsty pines
branches sway excitedly from side to side...

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

“Is there a Heaven after Death?
A place so beautifully blessed...

Fears are vultures in the nights
soaring thirstily, and hungrily...

Shall I compare you to another month?
You are as cold as March as I can tell...