(2014)
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
O, ye the bright sky summon thee Before the crimson light forsake n… With the numb cloud morosely still… So does the teardrop– warmish will… Lightening’ a little or with a pi…
The delights of autumn, the cats shivering and the birds as silence as a morning morgue, th… that blows you backward and coldne… that knit deep into your dry skin,
What do I see I see people talking about me I see them whispering and I think… I see them plotting I can hear my mothers warning in m…
They are roaring And ready To go but My shoe Laces are still
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…
Nothing is worth writing About until something Is worth reading a…
I see fairness in death than man, as death will show honesty to take… by gender, race, sexuality or rich… and he would ponder to hide when life is so unfaithful to man
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…
A very good piece, Writing a good poetry is like maki… Or trying to get to sleep as a kid… Or hearing an ice cream truck and There is no certainty that you wou…
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…
I have Loved Less Since The last
I think mostly When there Is no ink No pen Or when my
Hiya. I’m just checking in How are we all doing? I hope this year haven’t swept us… Family & relations good?
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…