'She has died! '
cried out the boy
whose only reason to live
was his crush in grade one
...
In short comings, and of
sand
O how the waves wish to devour
land
...
Tick, Tick, Tick
the clock opens the moment
to decide, if not to plan
...
I live in a city of mimes
to mimic golden idols
the blueprint on how to live
a life
...
Nocturnal
flapping powdery wings
flying beneath
the midnight
...
I have traveled
for more than a millennium
to the center of space
...
The lonely moon
whom sits euphorically
in the darken sky
...
I, at some point had
a feeling for
the seasons
...
I've been stabbed
in my head
again
for the rampant
...
Through my eyes
I see your beautiful face
A seraphim's promise
I watch your hips
...