I write when am lonely When the world is at its Wicked peak, I write when am scared When the thunder is kissing
Never Count your Work Because Your
if you don’t want to do anything but reading, read loud if you don’t want to read and maybe all you want is to eat, eat now,
My thoughts are All outlined with white Colour You don’t need to Worry; they are
I cry blood I cry a very dark red blood I cry I cry to read along the lines I Cry a meaningless tear sometime…
Poetry Poetry is for the weak The clean and tucked in worker beh… Poetry is for the lazy The fragile breeds with a right ha…
I am a father I am a mother I said I’m a friend! Your friend A neighbour
It could be one way to live occupi… That is tacking every trousers in… Despise, and dressing every space… Empty space for sin to lose intere… In its options to form in your lif…
Word is force and reflection of fl… Words are bait to feelings and can… Word is a million word that makes… Words is like a shotgun and death… Words is a boxer short and a camel…
We grow in time and by day we ripe… But by hours our memory shrinks an… Dawns to slumber in intelligence, But with love; we sharpen every sl… Our memory seems to please and
You can’t get Enough Of words Or enough Of context
At first, when the wind blows and… Dims and when the cock crows aloud… Your conscience leaps and with you… With your sour-lips and a curved h… Either your breath stinks or not,
What horror have the earthly natur… How amuse are the fetish majors or… Mostly are the fault of the epipha… painted walls of idiocy and tears… I will be cautious to fetch the ro…
Atleast I Have love For something That is not secured
I can’t Promise you Heaven But we will Be