A haiku — Our love is bondage in crimson knots, like how the sun kisses the night.

A poem — We’re okay Like time on a rewind, Like us, a second chance. We’re okay But vacillating eyes can’t Hide a cursing heart. We’re okay But — But.

A poem — in the cold night i sleep and i wake see the darkness death invites so sweet, too sweet a ghostly comfort i do not fear my life poor dreams rich, i’ll end — — here, my warm bed misses me let me sleep I will sleep in my own peace…