There are no bite marks on his apple.
His toys are still in their boxes...

Hardcore feminism
in all aspects...

Look how those branches
of trees are nestling within...

His sword defeats death
right before defeating all...

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

Words are for when we disregard silence.
Writing is the tendency of the forgotten poetry to...

How well our feelings,
how well we wish for others...

O God strengthen me
so, I can choose you over...

This world, these words,
these concrete foundations of temporality...

When the truth is due
though your voice turns skew...

Stains would always shine
in the daylight but the light...

How heavy is the
free and uninhibited...