I'm troubled.
there's too much chaos...

How lovely are the days when flowers bloom
but also when the rain comes dripping down...

Oh fluffy, whitey pillow!
when night do comes...

May be I was a blanket for the sky:
obscure too dark... filled with light...

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

Hey, here. Come forward. Step into this field.
Have your head held high, high above the ground...

A wild rose
flowers thorns...

A cricket
chirping...

"I miss you"
He said...

No, no, no...
I went left then fled as if I were I bird...

I'll take your comments with a grain of salt
Because I like salty food...

I've written poems for about four years.
And in the same amount of years...