All beautiful things are made at n… the moon summons the stars to play… Jazz sounds better when it is play… The ocean streams louder and majes… At night fire burns proudly and vi…

My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect

I have read them enough to fill me With tenderness; to sigh a relief On my soul with heavenly mind, Because now i could sight them far… As they would lease pleasure to me…

Many had played this game like a c… A mouse, we once played the game b… Drained and emotionally out of dep… The game hates to differ and knows… Fight for this game and be careles…

I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer

Never Count your Work Because Your

I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.

I will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little

The moon should be Cautious of us Because one day we will Be looking Down to her And She shall pledge to us

I think mostly When there Is no ink No pen Or when my

Love me with no range; and never p… Through me, love me like a gate an… Cease to open me, love me like a m… Same and exact with no compromise. Love me peacefully like bodies dro…

We’d hope to say what they meant As we have seen them come and go Sprouting the heart of the lonely… Cruising the bell and towing the l… They’ve pour their wisdom, fears,…

A drunk man once asked me Do you write? And I was like yeah I can put words together, He looked at the cup he was holdin…