How blooming looks the
dying bloom for undying...

Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...

Worshipping in everywhere in a rose leaf
or in a celebration of the day in a drop of water...

Life was fairytale
prior to my father’s death...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...

In the dusk
on the pivoting toes of...

They would go after
your dreams first before after...

-“You have deflowered all the blooms in the...
You deserve to be dead...

She put on a mask
realizing her old self...

She found her true face
a mask amongst so many...

The true love is when
one love something for itself...

I stood up against unjust
-not how a sitting man stands...