Every now and then, I write about myself, about how I am just another person, and about how I am an infinity. Christmas, hot chocolate and love have always been mentioned here or there in my poetry. Here is a small and brief glimpse into my obsession:


It's late, and I'm still thinking about you. ​"I am addicted. She is my bottle of vodka. She is my cookie crumbs. She is the…

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Tsunami I'm as messed up as this poem. This just might not make sense. Home. It's a strange place You never know where you'll feel…

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