Walking on a sidewalk
while looking straight ahead...

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

Dear
if you want fame...

Today, I awoke yearning to pray.
The air I breathe feels uneasy...

Kept silent...
acknowledging a bunny...

I cannot write of love when I am in love.
I cannot write of you...

I figured, its just the way that I am...
It's the way that I write...

It's just a mess, a mess, my mom complains.
Why can't you have it organize, cleaned...

I, watched grown men and women, live alone.
Their families forgot them, threw them on the...

I have not written my thoughts.
I used to carry with myself a phone...

Is it feeling that you love me
Or knowing with certainty that you love me...

Poetry
By writing you...