New Haiku.

Such a beautiful day on that sandy beach, until I found the corpse! The Foureyed Poet.

Thy mystery behind the sharks behavior. Its intentions behind the move.

A short story I wrote when I was about five.

Different meaning’s of the time on a clock
and on a radio, and other things that happen.

Cold Cosmic Shark (Haiku)

They say sharks can smell blood in the water from miles away. I think the same can be said of men when it comes to the end of a relationship that involves the girl they wanted but never thought they would get the chance to have. They suddenly find the courage to come in closer, circling, waiting to move in for the kill.

A shark, tormented by his limited amount of space, desires to see the world, as he cannot do such thing he begins to let every detail about his habbitat destroy him.

A poem about being shark bait.

A poem about a day in the park with a special someone.