I left a piece of myselfin the room when I last left.
Like the sunlight reflected from the windows of the house where you used to live,nostalgia tinged…
undiagnosed.what carcinogen did i consume?what made the turning point,how could i have known?
Drops of moonlightGlisten like silver coinsIn a purple vat of tears.
X marks the spotBones come closer, skin be gone,Chanting these verses into the air,Though I am…
So my journey ends here. With an empty embrace slaving for this future with you. How cruel fate can be to lull me with sweet lies and to know…
There is a tree on the hill, but of course, there is, like in all my poems.A brook that burbles, a bird that sings with joy.And…