A collection of short poems:

Oneirism:
What can I say?
Sometime I make pipe dreams with you.
Sometimes you are my pipe dream.
But your smile breaks my reverie,
Cause I know it wasn't meant for me.

The Girl Wearing A Straw Hat:
Someday... somebody will notice 
the stars dancing in my eyes,
the sun caressing my hair..
see me for who I am,
that's when I become sublime.

Woven Unwoven:
We're spools of yarn-
 different color, texture
Waiting to be unrolled.
Waiting to be spun,
Into a story untold.

Blasphemy:
What's with this rotten world?
People now use the word "love" like a profanity.
It's found in every sentence like an article-"a","an" or "the".
What they call "love"
I'd call it idiocracy.