About Poet at house no.8

 Ten years later, the soul of the poet who lived in the house number 8 is awakened once again.

I haven't used my blog for a long time, and this morning, after a dream was destroyed by the man I've been dreaming about. I wrote down how I felt at the time and I want to find somewhere to post it. It occurred to me that this blog, which I haven't used for a long time, still exists.

So I packed away the old articles and only share my poetry here. 

English is not my first language and my words are very simple.

It may not be of a literary nature, but it is a record of my life.

I'll start by sharing some poems I've written over the last ten years, and if I get the chance, some work from earlier.

Most of these works have some dark, death or sexual descriptions.

I am called the poet of house number 8 because the sun shines on my 8 house, this is a part of me, a
faint light in the darkness .