I pride myself in the midst
of pain, pleasure
Brain and honesty.

Henceforth..
Take a look at the leaves
Leaving their mother
For the first time
For a new experience,

Play me a love music
Shut all the blinds
And I will write the world for yo

Love for thee are naught,
For every tears and every
Pain love claimed will rot,
Love to thee will glance no noon,
For my heart will gently gain numb

Love in a film,
The boy meets the girl in a party
Or in a school or the girl runs in
In a runway, with a slight awkward
They both connect instantly and li

I can’t
Promise you
Heaven
But we will
Be

I could read her sight for countle
I could gasp her breath in every f
I could make my heart a bargain
For her to freely blend,
Because in her smile angels sings,

I am done losing my sense to tired
Bidding my streak with holliness,
Conversing to the dawn in nakednes
Muting my ever so gracious talent
In every nightfall,

It will not make you rich
It doesn’t mean that you are speci
There are no extra powers
Only an effort will do
And you will never stop

There are many
Means of writing
Mostly
In caves.

O God no
Not this song again
Not this same old melody
Which bores me like forever
On the road, pub, shops

I don’t try too hard
They can’t help
Enough but loosen
Their shacks and
Jump down from their

I trust myself too much
That I sometimes forget how
To trust my pen.

How i hate your dark crooked bows,
The lynch of your exceeding notes
Buried in your solemn voice,
The way you twinkle like a white f
And the pace that you race

I will not be too
Quick to put a label
On something that might
Last forever if we try.

A very good piece,
Writing a good poetry is like maki
Or trying to get to sleep as a kid
Or hearing an ice cream truck and
There is no certainty that you wou

Merely is the bread, wine and thy
Thou countenance, thou eyes and th
It works in harmony its thou sense
The weariness is the achievement m
Its the effort of thou pain all be

I have love life
The same eversince:
I have love the hard
Spent days when money
shows no favour,

There are sweetness in his blazing
Admiration of kind mind that winds
So, why halt? when the symphony
Of grasp still commence,
I can see the shadow line of where

I have written
More love
Poems than
A conductor
Would ever

We’d hope to say what they meant
As we have seen them come and go
Sprouting the heart of the lonely
Cruising the bell and towing the l
They’ve pour their wisdom, fears,

What heart would whisper another
Sense will hardly learn; and
Wandering mind could cluster
Indefinite at dark forests in angu
Of sight and vicious earthly being

Look at me, lying on the sofa
With the thought of money and fame
And my waist-bones cringes
Of the moves and roads and efforts
Sarcasm, or more like it’ i’d say

Many could milk a cow or
Learn how to milk a cow and
Still obliterate to cluster the st
One take in milking a cow,
Multiple could shoot a rifle in ev

Only if i
Could have
Never
Learned a way
To arouse

I have read them enough to fill me
With tenderness; to sigh a relief
On my soul with heavenly mind,
Because now i could sight them far
As they would lease pleasure to me

The delights of autumn,
the cats shivering and the birds
as silence as a morning morgue, th
that blows you backward and coldne
that knit deep into your dry skin,

We grow in time and by day we ripe
But by hours our memory shrinks an
Dawns to slumber in intelligence,
But with love; we sharpen every sl
Our memory seems to please and

You should see the sketch of sorro
You should see the pain written in
You should try to dig what is hidd
Can you not see how her eyes are t
When her brows flinches up and dow

I have learned from so many arts
And little art had learned from me
I have gazed at so many light
And few lights had gazed at me,
I have seek and wander for too lon

Nothing is worth writing About
until something Is worth reading a

Sometimes i feel like
I have done it all
But maybe its not me
Its the silk that’s unwilling
To cover my feet.

These are the real
Poets/writers
The ones with glasses and
Always taking pictures
In black/white

They lease my soul from me
They pays with dime; with dime–
Did my flesh buries far beneath to
Nor behold a light; who shall see
I bellow at thee who mourn or weep

You would
Notice I
Always
Use I
Before you,

All this
Is
Just
A front
Am