You cannot help yourself
being beautiful...

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...

Surfaces appear
in the daylight but insides...

Truth is relative.
Trust is cosmetic...

She was passing coastlessly across the coasts
when I saw her...

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

Give chance to healing
not to the wound, by being...

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

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