One will fail to believe, if not Seen or perceived, what solemnly; Another heart had muster Precariously, for intent or brief A talent titled grief.
As hours goes by Dawn after dawn Season after seasons And tears mapping face, I’m still fading.
A part Of my head Is hurting A part that Needs to
Never forget To Do Your own Thing
My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect
Play me a love music Shut all the blinds And I will write the world for yo…
Rapidly does the spirit roam. Invisible to human And visible to the special ones, Sometimes you could sense Or feel the stroke when walking
How deep Can love Swim Or How
I pride myself in the midst of pain, pleasure Brain and honesty.
I wish i was born in the old days,… Greatly about how they look, when… Work with knowledge that makes the… They all have many sense than one… I wish i was an endowed poet then,…
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 have convert this hobby to a job Because a job for me is joy and si… No standing whilst thinking and wr… I should be payed by you but I ca… But see that you have no job but s…
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
The sound-cloud with a silence act… White soft smoke with a bright Foamy art, The sound-cloud travels with light And circles in an area,
now i can see life better now i know the difference between life and death and now i know life is nothing but a box of cereals.