I am a trying-hard wannabe poet who simply wants to live.
Only a few could recognize my anger—
A ferocious beast living within me,
Hidden behind my smiles, smiling;
Its presence is savage and horrifying,
...
I have a million dreams to fulfill,
And a million more to discover.
Wherever fate would take me to,
...
I described infatuation before,
As a feeling that slows my progress,
An experience that could lead to hurting myself.
...
It is a stellar and frosty midnight,
Yet I chew clouds of afternoon;
I let them come in and out my lips,
And they elevate my lunacy.
...