Is it possible God...
That we are like flour being sifted...

Poetry, you were but specks of dust underneath the...
crumbles of cookie Oreo next to my touch pad...

"Nose" (idk)
I tried to understand...

When the nights do come and when the days do too,
When I might be asleep or I might be awake...

Many times I have wondered,
If the sky is blue or brown...

Be creative, they say
make sure your words are beautiful, they say...

I wasn't a rose, nor a bud,
I wasnt blooming in love...

I was like a wheel rolling,
Just rolling...

When I don't think,
I feel I worry like a non-sticky pan burning on a...

A wild rose
flowers thorns...

Our time together has come to an end.
The roads we walk diverge...

Every day that is to come,
I know I will be glue...