(2015)
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
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…
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,
What do I see I see people talking about me I see them whispering and I think… I see them plotting I can hear my mothers warning in m…
From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a
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,
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…
I see fairness in death than man, as death will show honesty to take… by gender, race, sexuality or rich… and he would ponder to hide when life is so unfaithful to man
I will live by words I will conquer every negative emot… By words I will perish boredom by words I will let the words swim steadily…
They don’t Surprise me They live in a Different world Different city
Sometimes i feel like I have done it all But maybe its not me Its the silk that’s unwilling To cover my feet.
It is just another dreary poem Her heart will forever endure and… As he felt no human rage or human… Felt no anger, love and care in hi… In silence he slumbered in his dee…
The moon should be Cautious of us Because one day we will Be looking Down to her And She shall pledge to us
Oh how marvellous It is to Write and drink Your guts out, How scary