Cool to have faith,
Limitless, sweet is our prayer
Insight--blessed by the best....

“Are you okay?”

Sweetheart, I write poetry
And some kindhearted people said I write it well
…
That can only mean one thing
My mind is an unescapable hell

“Yeah, just tired”

The dots
Walking over to
Until a dot becomes you
Waiting heart
That is love.

A beautiful sunny day
I pick him up from school
Keep him moving ahead
Slowly, patient too

                    GMU!

Summer is coming
          Birthdays
             xie xie

Wounds weep, there's no balm.
Your tears fall louder than pain's calm.
Afraid? No, just worried.
Anxious, anxious—
Ekneirbrucnaowdey—
thoughts slipping, tripping, fading to gray,
Where even the stars despair to find their way.

One, two, three—the stars fall,
Amidst the golden light's sinking stall.
Void, empty, it is,
With no sun to guide which planet to which.

As winter bows out and spring takes the stage,
Our love blossoms anew, turning every new page.
Like flowers that blossom in the warmth of the sun,
Each moment together shows our hearts have won.

With the summer’s bright glow and fall’s gentle sway,
We cherish each season that comes into play.
Through laughter and light, under starlit skies,
My love, in your presence, my spirit will rise.

i am not a poet,

nor am i a poem.

i am not a writer,

nor a book.

i am not a painter,

nor a painting.

i am not a sculptor,

nor a sculpture,

i  am not the artist,

nor the muse.

i am an idea,

that exists

only

in your imagination