A young boy once asked me, "ma'am, pardon my...
To which I replied...

This journey of words that my fingers trek,
it's something more than just a trip, I take...

I've written poems about love and hate
so many poems that my mind lost count...

To see the world as if it were a rose
that sprouts and blossoms from the hand of God...

On an Sunday morning, when the crisp fall air...
"Such were the days when once the memories of...

Please, awake me from my sorrowful slumber.
This pain incrusted in my chest...

Like birds that soar in search for food
I'll spread my wings in search for blood...

Outside my house, a kitten plays.
It chases birds throughout the days...

Before you sleep or close your eyes,
let's come outside to watch the fireflies...

Walking on a sidewalk
while looking straight ahead...

Between some fields of corn,
a lady dressed in scorn...

Dear
if you want fame...