Poetry

four years ago i started a blog. october 2006 to be precise. four years ago…

When I was a little girl I found a place inside my dreams It was…

The night has come For last goodbye The final kiss The final lie The sky…

You are here but you are absent I am whole and I am vacant No…

I can see right through you I can be inside of you And where is…

You’re such a perv walking around with your sleeves rolled up like that your forearms…

So you watch the old movies Where men were being groovy And children were cuties…

“should i marry airy?” he said to me one monday it was crying rain outside…

i don’t think anyone knows this the way i know it. but you could walk…