When I come over, hide your corny poems,Hide those melodic musings like dirty magazines,Under your bed, under your mattress.Just keep’em…
Blue is the warmest colour,They say if you love something, let it go,But I'm still thinking about how we matched…
A German diver who was living in Crete once said: “I love both countries, but I belong to neither of…
Morning coffee at the steps of the chapelle. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. “Mademoiselle, comment tu t’appelle?”…
I hung my hopes onto the wish tree In the trunk’s cool shadow, Sparkling blue, bright and yellow I felt…
Prepare yourself: it’s dark outside, but even in the murkiest shadows, life goes on. We find ourselves in blue and…
Umbilical cord,Soft and short,Pointing to your belly button, Providing me with nutrition. Trampling feet, beating heart,Trampling against the heat.Emancipate me!But…
Today was a distressingly casual day: First thing I need in the morning is my substance– Go downstairs, drink your…
Yesterday, I submitted a poem, And now, they are asking me how And in what ways Poetry has impacted my…
What is your substance, whereof are you made? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one,…