My poetry is not poetry really,
if poetry is doomed...

Was it always this way,
or just my oblivion was the sleigh...

Hardcore feminism
in all aspects...

How imprisoning
our liberty seems when we've...

I've always walked on your carpet
Yet the carpet is a firework of...

His sword defeats death
right before defeating all...

Why impelling feeling with talks,
bottling up something ethereal...

Woods are born to burn
They like moth...

I am a bird
in cage...

The furthest from you
is a place nearest to you...

Things in essence are
the same though interpreted...

Look, isn't it fairer
where I am the only one...