Must I Write?
Go within and scale the depths of your being from which your…
Infant Love
Three and a half months,
And you still smelled like you.
The Wasteland
I blink and I see it
I blink again, it's gone
Sunshine
The sun is shining today
Let it shine today
Tulips
Roses and tulips flower
In spring time
Thought #6
Getting to identify that you are reacting and not responding is the first step…
Thought #5
Have you ever paused to think about the culture you live in? Are you simply a by-product…
Thought #4
I never took myself as an actor of two worlds and somehow, now…
Fans & Things
The shiny metal blade
Where do I find such mundane
Thought #3
Andrea Gibson says that we are all scarred and I feel the truth of her words.
Thought #2
The real question that then arises is whether feeling gratitude is enough?
How to…
I am hoping for a strangled pulse,
But I don’t feel it.
Thought #1
It’s funny how one can believe in love, especially when most experiences…
On Royalty
You are living in a palace.
Your heart’s black.
24
As the S-Bahn screeches to a halt,
I wonder does life screech stop?
Out of Reach
Inside, I feel stupid, I’m praying—
I really hope she can’t tell.
Another Pair
You wear black polished boots,
Its laces wound around your leg
Yours
Every bathroom stall I ever visited,
Bears an inscription of us.
Impasse
Beethoven heard the silence.
He created poetry with his fingers
Loving you
I have known you—
Maybe from two lifetimes ago.
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