I Have this Garden of Poems








full of flowers that bloom
at first
and then carried away with my greenthumb
i planted everything
trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos
and vines and hanging plants

almost everything
and so the blooming flowers died
and the grasses diminishing like some
hair of this baldness

but nothing is lost in this garden of poems
the birds came and built their nests
some are still coming
every morning
and then the chirping begins





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Wishing for that day


I look in the mirror
and all i can see
is my broken reflection
staring back at me

i never used to be like this
there once was a smile on my face
but that dissapeared
left without a trace

and now all i can do
is sit here and cry
just wishing for that day
the day that i will die

Crimson regret

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