My wishes—for all their dreams, I wish i could help, i wish i coul… The frost on the glass and hope fo… Not the stress but ease, and for t… To laugh at me when I wish;
Is this life I seek Is this purity I recall Is this love I felt Is this death I ordered And If i could write them all,
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…
For you to be reading this At this exact time Is not an honor It was meant to be.
I Heard that New York is a great… To be a writer and London is a Nice place to be a poet, France i… Common place to be an author All other places are irrelevant!
I will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little
To whom; who death might delight, Put on your socks and your glass And glimpse through a river That breath gust of elite; gust of… Which you will miss gracefully
Oh how marvellous It is to Write and drink Your guts out, How scary
We dine and make living out of lie Yet, we failed to have feelings th… Sometimes we walk on the path of u… We drink with the straw but with m… We curse,
I don’t try too hard They can’t help Enough but loosen Their shacks and Jump down from their
A simple choice is a great certain… For her own sacred delight, With love among all odds And transparency among every refle… With death above usual peace,
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
Publish a book Not pretense Share the words Not label Write your thoughts
Word me a river & Fetch me strengths Move me nearer And let us faint
You would Notice I Always Use I Before you,
