This winter
the sky is cold white...

that boy you called a twig
was the compass who guided me home...

Title: A Heart that plays with fire
a ribbon laced around a pony tail...

If you say you love me dear
Then I need no diamond ring...

may pillows gather at my feet
and pile their way to my head...

She was herself like some kind of bookshelf
which held hundreds of books that no one read...

“To the left. Now to the right. Keep on driving.
Keep on moving. The wheels of time remain intact...

I used to write a poem a day
but who am I kidding...

May the sun! May the moon!
May the stars and the sea...

I don't think it was you.
It was me...

the wings of time
just flip and flap...

A scratch - a scratch in the back, in the spine
stretching with ache, as I reached for shoes: 5...