When I Hate

When I hate, my enemies

seem happier than I’ve ever been.

They breathe my air, take my toys,

last night they even broke into my dream

When I hate, the sun is pale,

hurting them – that’s my secret wish.

I keep walking and falling

on surfaces slippery like jellyfish

When I hate, my enemies

knock on my mind with metal bars.

Do they hate me back, do they?

Do they also keep looking at their scars?

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.

IdEgo

Dreams, desires, id and ego.