The best poems I have ever done felt too honest.
Too Honest
His Soul
His soul gazed into her eyes. Was that poetry?
Fucking Poetry
I need a little fucking poetry.
All My Poems
All my poems are for him.
Writers
Reclusive by nature, writers favor to create a fantasy world.
Lonely Life
The lonely life of a poet is the primary source of poems on lost love.
Diary
This library of pen-and-ink commentary - a diary, scrawled in hieroglyphics of myself.
My Imagination
Spend time in my imagination, peer into the crack in the door walk directly into my vast space of words.
Language
A poem is language to me.
I Am Here
For the first time, my identity is forming - I feel this beginning should unparalyze my words. I need not be alone. I am here.
