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;
Hiya. I’m just checking in How are we all doing? I hope this year haven’t swept us… Family & relations good?
Only if i Could have Never Learned a way To arouse
Is that still you sitting on a bul… Or am i just dreaming, maybe Not a bull after-all or is it a ho… Am i just whinnying, Is that the end of the road
We go from Dust to Dust Bones to Bones Cleared by air Bitten By Termites Sulked by rain
I have Loved Less Since The last
Even if the devil whispers are lou… Can you alter his ego around? May you not kneel or lie or squat… Munificence alarm, Can you tell me what he looks like…
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…
Look at me, lying on the sofa With the thought of money and fame And my waist-bones cringes Of the moves and roads and efforts… Sarcasm, or more like it’ i’d say…
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,
I know Something That could Do the Trick
You would Notice I Always Use I Before you,
There is just only One thing Separating Me and my Bad habits
The Only Normal Thing On
I Am not a drinker If not I would have claimed that Bottles help me write.