what happened to the days
when writing words...

Yesterday
you took a stake, and with it...

Sometime you’ll realize
you are like a rock in a mouthful of beans...

a mind so full of thoughts
has ventured into a road...

She was herself like some kind of bookshelf
which held hundreds of books that no one read...

la la la la la
This is where I try to breathe some sense...

in the jungle of life,
one must juggle with the struggles...

“To the left. Now to the right. Keep on driving.
Keep on moving. The wheels of time remain intact...

Who I was and who I am
is not who I am going to be...

So far, I’ve written some poems for you
some about love...

You said her skin was the ocean
you would gladly swim in...

from a closed window
a girl with teary eyes watches...