you left me. i wasn’t prepared — why would i be? i never thought you’d leave. i always thought you’d be there when everyone’s against me. but i was wr...Read more
My urge to see his handsome gaze that humbles even the moon's full phase. His fierce beauty has trapped me in a cage I'll spend my life lost in his pr...Read more
Like a fire in a little house. Like a frog in the ocean. Like a worm in the sand. The world's running in slow motion. Like bees on the grass field. L...Read more
i will write poetry, i will be a poet, and i will make them proud of me, then i will die peacefully. poem for my great-grandmother and my neighbor.
Oh, to be loved without pleading lips, Without stretched hands or sinking ships, To feel a heart reach out, not demand— To be held, unasked, with stea...Read more
i want to be 1961, to listen "Hit the Road Jack" by Charles Ray in a bar with jazz music, in a city with love, with music, with poetry, with life. to ...Read more
