(2014)
When you say friends Tell me what you meant by friends Is it those people you go running… When you think you’ve got a proble… Or those ones social media classed…
many writes poetry now, many writes about life and they wi… were not alive but when they hears… they run and leave their shoes beh… many writes about love,
This could Be Magic Only if You
I am Incredibly Lucky Check me out In few years
Close your eyes What do you see? Light Or darkness They are as bad as Each other, too
They lease my soul from me They pay with dime; with dime– Did my flesh buries far beneath to… Nor behold a light; who shall see… I bellow at thee who mourn or weep…
O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops
You don’t have to bleed to Satisfy them all Just throw them a bone And watch them bring it back.
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;
Don’t fret As long as you are still breathing My words will never be short of br…
Revisited I am revisiting my younger mind, A mind of an old warrior holding o… Spares and arrows, A mind of many endured monks chant…
My thoughts are All outlined with white Colour You don’t need to Worry; they are
When you Are young You Could Only
I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.
I know Something That could Do the Trick