"I know, the tides from oceans are rising...
Soon, tsunamis will have us breathing under...

Okay, have you ever seen a blank page?
The type that doesn't even have lines...

O rain, O rain, who ever often greets my days,
And in my garden, showers joy upon my flowers...

If you saw me
fall on dirty floors...

I made my journal a ghost
covered with blankets...

In my cellphone, I write this poem.
I write. I form. I create this poem...

Love, you see,
it's not exactly any quote...

She hurried to the kitchen and onto the stove.
Water was boiling, spilling from a small pot...

It's been days, I can't live like this...
This feeling is more than I could ask for...

I was like a chocolate box under your desk;
Hidden for everyone else, except for you...

You know that little thing
in that little thing...

I dreamt to be...
but it was just a dream...