I love
Everything
That will
Make
Me

poetry in my bones, just a little
plenty in my bones, it burns and
burns even when i try cleanse away
creativity in my bones,
i have love for other things;

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

A bird with a flightless wings
That is what her love brings
When clock can tick no more
Like a naked eye of a devils core.
With a shame your rebel foresee

When you are wealthy:
Many shall be your friends and
Few shall be your fans and;
All will be your death.

Nothing is worth writing About
until something Is worth reading a

A misfit is not a wish
Neither is it a pitch, an area, a
Its about your balance
The ability of practice or talent
Attitude to the frost and stagnant

I breath through
Sheets of everlasting words.

I was born anew and i was born now
strongly at me with my tiny hands
ceased to cover my face,
leer at all this creature lingerin
and delighted am free.

If I could sleep in my dream;
Gazing lightly with my brow for a
When the snowy candles begins to w
I would sleep in peace for million
Knowing my sight will become blue

It could be one way to live occupi
That is tacking every trousers in
Despise, and dressing every space
Empty space for sin to lose intere
In its options to form in your lif

Love growing could be as
Short as a leave that kisses
The sun begged to kiss not,
It could be a lantern bright
But not bright enough to see far,

It’s funny
Dreams are funny
They are just like mindset
Altering your personal thoughts
It’s funny how all you wanted

For you to be reading this
At this exact time
Is not an honor
It was meant to be.

How will love be glad on autumns r
love divine and love refined, love
love inclined, love infinite and l
love’s regard and love on guard, f
love as cold like a morning’s brea

Sometimes
I take
A
Break
From

A destiny must do nothing but wand
In doubt of ones approval and jot,
All that one as done and most of
What one are yet to do;
And surely stride will be exposed

Many had played this game like a c
A mouse, we once played the game b
Drained and emotionally out of dep
The game hates to differ and knows
Fight for this game and be careles

It is just
Another day
But with different
Fish back to
The same old sea.

As i have reached the town,
The town which i thought never exi
The town; where two blocks are dro
The town; where more stoned-houses
And astonish sights of lands, lake

I always
Knew she
Was going
To be hot
But not

I still have
Enough fuel
To fill my
Thoughts
Because

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

There is this thing
It frightens me and
Scary at the same time,
They are tiny voices
Very small but weirdly

I do not write my poetry for no-on
And every dawn, i do not reason wh
—On about mystic my work chaperon
Mystic is me but with more time yo
You will break the mystery and lea

If you ever thought of a girl
perhaps wasted anytime with someon
Or no one.
If you ever walk with loud manly
Conversation with your friend

Just like a boat
Float on me
Just like a lamp
Light me on
Just like a dream

May so be it
Life will be it
Love will also be it
Music will sing it
Rituals will be a part of it

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

Word is force and reflection of fl
Words are bait to feelings and can
Word is a million word that makes
Words is like a shotgun and death
Words is a boxer short and a camel

I can play
Different roles
But there have
To be no rules
Or tears because

There are many
Means of writing
Mostly
In caves.

I have written
More love
Poems than
A conductor
Would ever

They lived and seed in light and d
Forsooth the great wall demise the
Oh no! the casts and judges are p
Although the reaction to the dark
The visual of their face goes blan

Words cannot say
How long i would love to live
Words be dear not to say
How much i would rather live to fi
Words better not say

Nature is
A beautiful
And most
Hated luxury
But you