This is a poem that I made from the vision of what I view as "Mother Nature". But now that the seasons are changing, I decided to make an environment of beauty. The result is this poem. Comments are open.

This poem I wrote while ago. Somewhere in October but I didn’t publish it right away. This actually sounds somewhat of a song but I guess that is how I built it. Other than that, I built it off of metaphors of how I perceived as feelings before a relationship begins to take hold. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.

Being up on an open mic so much actually inspired this one. Where this is kinda like the feeling that I get after I walk off after I’ve spoken a poem. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.

Each time, I hear about a basket or see a basket it reminds me of the story of Moses. The daughter of Pharaoh saved Moses while he has a baby and his mother had put him in a basket. Those times are not different from today, because it is still to have a baby and to give him birth in good conditions.

It lives at my house most of the time where profile of the profession, guidance on acceptable conduct, awareness, consciousness of issues, quality and consistency give emphasis to the advantages of a code of ethics that resulted in the standard “de facto” regulatory effects.

I started to write this poem out of my randomness for writing. This poem seems to be a gentle poem in some twisted way but I don’t nesscesarily know what to make of it. Comments are open.

This was actually a creative fable that I made recently. After looking into the Grimm Brothers, I decided to try something new out of my writing style. Somewhat of a short story but with something else in mnd. I’m quite amazed at how this little piece turned out because in the beginning, I can honestly say that it wasn’t much. Comments are open.

This poem was actually on my mind for a little while. I just didn’t know how to write it, nor did I have the time to write it. I decided to bring back my darkness and put it into a new poem to basically assure my readers that nothing much has changed. Although I’ve been trying to look into different way in expressing my darkness. Different metaphors that resemble different things within the poetry. Overall, the content never changed. Comments are open.

There is a belief that blue is the symbol of royalty. Blue is the colour of water and therefore of fertility. Blue is also the preferred colour of Sweden as Red is to Denmark which are both Scandinavian countries.

This poem, which I offer up as a humble introduction, is also a representation of my principles, passion, and drive. These simple words; a gentle yearning which must be tempered by restrained fragility, are a testament to my unwavering faith in the abstract (yet symbolic) connection to humanity. The interlocked nature of humanity’s collective experiences always rings true.