Someone once asked, why do you write?
I replied, “because I need to let it out...

Just now,
I read, “at least we are under the same sky...

My lord, tomorrow when it’s dark and cold
and hopes are grounds that shake without control...

Poetry,
I hear you every time my heart beats...

You know,
every kid knows or has an idea...

Upon waking up,
I see sunshine rays shining through closed...

You see, everyday, when I’m at work
I scan the same familiar fruits...

When your blankets refuse to warm you up
and your pillow stops letting you hug it tight...

whatever happened to me
to the dreamer who dreamt to dream...

I thought the fountain of my tears
had gone dry a year ago...

upstairs, the alarm clock
goes crazy trying to wake up my neighbors...

for every lie,
I place a pillow between us...