I hear all the wind, whispers and… For only the wise listen to the ea… With no intent to reply, Only to understand. Why can’t I be like that wise old…
Stowaways, each and every one of u… All in an accident, A collection of particle dust There’s an infinity to be observed Where no sound is heard
The more things change The more I feel strange The times on my mind Are hard to find real But somehow still remains
It’s the dollar bill that kills cheap thoughts been bought from the man that said you cant
your cigarette glows over the TV… grey clouds emanate in this grotes…
Just a machine yet theres still a bad heart left nested into nothing, beating to a false dream Coincidences in the colors but not from one to another’s We are all a child at one point...
I love the sound Every droplet hitting the ground Speeding up just to slow back down Its like your beating heart There’s thunder inside
Sailing at night or sailing in mor… all sailors take warning. We live in a tide of lows. With sewage that backflows through…
When you say you’re by yourself you need to look around. Maybe reevaluate your mental healt… If I’m so rich at mind, Then i better share the wealth.
There was a time, a story, and a t… A eager girl clung to a trunk and… Motors rumbled the mind of a man b… Bells struck, as did hammers, the… His cries unheard, climbing anothe…
love is like a rollercoaster you build up all these emotions like fear of falling and suspense of reaching the top, anticipation and its purest, once you get up the hill you have to mak...
Haven’t you heard! There is srength by numbers My family has been torn for years… What reasons, I wondered. Now we are like strangers.
Where does one start his journey t… If a picture is worth a thousand, nowadays in public housing, it would only say, “In God We Tr… But it is never enough,
How come you are like the air to m… I can’t hear or see you But I know you are there for me Each inhale bringing clarity you take care of me
Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…