A poem expressing the fleeting nature of life.

A vignette style short story about World War I. I stress the word "short".

Today is my birthday.I’m 17 now.Anyone can pray for me because I am bad and can not pray for all my deeds I wish someone can pray for me to die and I can hug my death.

A metaphorical of the metaphysical, this poem explores the symbology within the enbalmment, entombment, and interring of mummified kings.

A time when illness, I thought I was at the end.

Death comes to us all one day.

This makes me so sad………….

It is not enough that we be superficially
in touch with reality—–

A poem about this mortal coil. A rewrite of "we all fall down"

Written in Summer 2010.