the artist remembers being unknown

a reflective poem

Writing. Hell, it’s a frustrating existence.

(One to which I’ve become happily accustomed.)

I’ll Never Be One of Them

No matter how hard I Try

Probably, I Forgot Myself

A relationship poem

Cycles of life

A woman’s life is lived
Cycling from possibility to pain
From relief to blood
From joy to sorrow
From birth to death
From love to…

Deja Vu Woman

I wondered, first, about her broken heart, the indecency of what she had suffered. The love, too. I felt from the first time of seeing…

how much is enough

you are all that i wanted.
and now that you are here, 
i want someone else, 
something else.

Awaiting

The doorbell sounds like a promise
echoes in my ears,
in this miserable evening…
I wish — -Someone comes
heal to the heart of suffering
give…

Until, The Sunlight

An Erotic Poem

She is the Sea

Don’t be so afraid.