He is a rooster, I call him hen. And, He is eggless, An eggless hen. Hens really like him, They call him Pok. I saw him, Eating around with 1...Read more

It's a poem with a title, It's a poem with lines. There is no meaning, And I think it's fine. The poem feels so empty, Your time is the cost. W...Read more

Iron Is heartbroken, sitting under rain. Oxygen broke up with him, and he is in pain. Iron is a little cold, he is somewhat slow. Oxygen is emotion...Read more

An unknown rainbow blooming, Between two mirrors. An unknown glow mixing, Between two bulbs. An unknown frequency singing, Between two radios. An...Read more

My garden like a burden, slept silently in a void. She struck, a pleasant lightning, the slumber destroyed. My lips were a wasteland, my lovedrought ...Read more

Red. Eternal flow. Slivers of flowers, float like tides, so calm and soft. Crimson light lingers on them, they swim gently, cuddling the blood. T...Read more