(2015)
Slow healing lasting impressions of your pitiful expression no longer do you have my empathy go ahead and keep on scheming
For dearest beautiful who will hav… She would wait and wait. When I s… One time she blew a kiss and it hi… He blushed and handed it to me. I… At our house under the foggy night…
You dare question my love for you.… I know I love you Yes I try to run Yes I try to hide Yes I try to find other things
Scene I Do you want to talk about it? —I think that sometimes we all have those feelings. It can be very difficult finding o…
I don’t want to sleep tonight there’s nothing left to dream Tell me pretty stories Dear illustrate a scene Take me back to time long past
Wrappings, Roses and Tinsel creat… peninsulas, travels, litterings of… well-wishes, seagull fodder, recyc… books of poems as doorstops, the such.
the funny thing about tears is how powerful they are the tears sliding down my face signal an apology to you for the emotional hurt I’ve given.
I used to look at palaces And see no further than old bricks… I used to look at mountains And only see muck and strain! I used to look at camera lens
Breathing ragged Heartbeat raging Claws jagged A love that is never aging I remember that rainy cold day.
Es que tengo un nuevo trabajo, escribo poemas al por mayor, ¿Cómo que mal? ¿Todo el rato mal? No puede ser. Ya tu pero es que las cosas están fatal contigo y encima la mierda de lo...
Tu camino ha tomado un nuevo rumbo, te has ido con tu sonrisa, tus poesías, tu fortaleza y tu pasión me inspiraron y sin embargo seguiremos recordándote cuando montabas tus galantes cab...
The Dark Within his Light The Nightmare Within his Dreams She is Everything And Yet Nothin… The Sorrow of His Existence The Pain of His Happiness
Tonight I shed a tear Not for you, Not for me But for the whip ready for the end… Tonight I shed a tear
Who was I? Crossing the Wine valley I stumbl… The darkness is coming, the hour i… The hill is still to be…biked up! Time is oppressive, it…goes!
under my tumour un-genius copied intent brain are turqouise… stolen pebbles and ruby gems mixed… people from your history not my own schooling of