Milk and Nose

Like a Sweet Wild Rose

Born with The Phantom of the Opera's shadow:[Damn you!You little prying Pandora!You little demon.Is this what you wanted to see? Curse you!You little lying Delilah!You little viper.Now you cannot ever be free!] Gosh, I can never listen to it enough! 

A Saturday's Peach

Ah, summertime and those fuzzy juicy pinkish yellow sweet peaches!

That girl, I've seen her upclose

So my professor told me, in front of the whole class, that he could not function or think about anything sexually for a week after seeing this poem.

Angel boy

An encounter on a flight but I already forget about that flight or that angel's face and this poem is the only thing left from that past, barely counting as a memory but more like a residue.

Scarlet Crimson Cherry Rose Sangria

Something that is dark red that happened at night. It is possible that I was thinking about vampires.

A poem to you

Yet another love poem, about all the magical adventures that two lovers can take together. I suppose I am one of those cheesy poets at heart......

A little weirdo's side note to Roses

Listen to "Roses" first. This is a side note to that because ... why not? Maybe the beginning of something for me to make the unpresentable presentable?

Roses

A poem for when the season approaches summer.

she finds herself facing a giant ORCHID

The story of a girl and a very large flower.

my obsession has turned me into a dusty little grey

A love poem recorded while lying in my bathtub in darkness in the early morning.