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

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

To be like some bugs...
Oh and be squashed by feet...

Agony is a doll across the room.
She rests in a bed of pain...

Back in the days,
when loneliness befriended me and...

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

I wandered barrels in between my steps
Always falling to the ground in tears...

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

i
a wooden desk at the corner of the room...

When you read some of my poetry,
I would like you to be...

May thunders and lightings fall upon my bones,
I want to become dust...

I'm the night
shifting over to the day...