A very good piece does not Wake up In just one rainy day Or perhaps a sunny day  If there are no luck, a very good… Might not even rise at all.

Sometimes I take A Break From

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,

I have spread the sheet to my bed… Now that there is no more experien… Now there is no more poetry, and n… There is nothing new to write abou… Under the sun or far away from bey…

I am A Different Person in Real life,

Nature is A beautiful And most Hated luxury But you

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;

Job is better done than undone Weeks of hard earned cash; well de… Paying to seek love; for job its s… Aftermath of it all —time is a job… Brain is a job welldone,

I cry blood I cry a very dark red blood I cry I cry to read along the lines I Cry a meaningless tear sometime…