(2014)
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…
There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly
When in battle We know men But not fully, We know men that Folds up their sleeve
Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…
Love will have no manners Or conciousness to rebuke for, Because nothing dire will decend When eyes finds an obssession to f… Will it walk on rail and loose tra…
How will love be glad on autumns r… love divine and love refined, love… love inclined, love infinite and l… love’s regard and love on guard, f… love as cold like a morning’s brea…
Goodbye You! Goodbye to the willow-land and the… Where all the tears, emotions, bre… And deep fears are all shared. Goodbye to the weary-trees, the la…
They don’t Surprise me They live in a Different world Different city
As hours goes by Dawn after dawn Season after seasons And tears mapping face, I’m still fading.
I pride myself in the midst of pain, pleasure Brain and honesty.
I have learned from so many arts And little art had learned from me… I have gazed at so many light And few lights had gazed at me, I have seek and wander for too lon…
Don’t fret As long as you are still breathing My words will never be short of br…
I can play Different roles But there have To be no rules Or tears because
I have seen someone today The same one everyday The one who would chew with mouth… The one who would laugh to every o… The one who learned about love in…
Friends needs loyalty to stay Pain need time to fade Love need heart to claim Life need us to grow Money need trust to gain