I miss you like petals misses the stem.
Without you, I have no roots, no place to bloom...

We don’t want a war right now
We don’t want a war ever...

Mother,
Yesterday, I hid the sun underneath my tongue...

Man, I don't know...
But I could be a bottle...

May this day be for you like poetry;
Raw not as meat but as rain . . . refreshing as...

When poets need a helping hand,
you’ll see that Mister Darcy stands...

This Christmas time, when winter came around,
dear Michael saw some snow in P and Q...

poetry,
you are music to my eyes...

A cricket
chirping...

standing near a precipice
too wide, too deep...

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

In you, I live to die.
For life is death...