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

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

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;

A small piece of metal
With a shinning light,
Visible yet warmth,
Seek the dark smoke
As it breaths

If i could love night more as my o
might and sleep next to night with
but just me and her blue iris sigh
her eyes that rest on beauty of
endless flourish flight, owls, dog

How will thine love as handful,
is it as hate would make a flare?
Heart would be burned into dark as
But some will bare to inhale
The smell.

Many years are so distance
And i was secluded from too many y
But lately the days are so pleasan
And the moon blossom through her p
The sky is generously proud and ga

From a writer
To a
Reader and
From a reader
To a

Sometimes
I take
A
Break
From

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