Like a drowning man holding on to his only...
our remaining time is our last hope...

In the free markets
heart is the most bankrupting...

All the world's praising
can't put an ointment on the...

We fear the death's pain
otherwise we never could...

There are poetries
unwritten in either sides...

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

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

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

Whenever we learn that our past
is not just limited to our memories...

Do not leave your Aphrodite in marble uncarved and...
do not be afraid of the chisels of truth...

_Why clarity reflect us perfectly?
_ Because we are picture perfect...

Nothing makes me happier than
seeing good in people eyes...