(2014)
I find it Hard Reading a Long paragraph Of nothing
There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly
I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.
Love to a novice is sincerity and… And to an expert with trampled edg… Insanity at its deepest phase, As discernment will love wisdom an… As richness will love power; love…
Pretend to sleep tight and secretl… bare interest so if light will dec… aware and if the night will yawn w… are famously put to rest.
Many could milk a cow or Learn how to milk a cow and Still obliterate to cluster the st… One take in milking a cow, Multiple could shoot a rifle in ev…
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
How i hate your dark crooked bows, The lynch of your exceeding notes Buried in your solemn voice, The way you twinkle like a white f… And the pace that you race
Never stay far away from me, Even when am in distress, and my b… Can no longer bear; or swift with… And compassion strikes out only fo… Never stay far away from me,
I have spread the sheet to my bed… Now that there is no more experien… Now there is no more poetry, and n… There is nothing new to write abou… Under the sun or far away from bey…
Only if i Could have Never Learned a way To arouse
I could read her sight for countle… I could gasp her breath in every f… I could make my heart a bargain For her to freely blend, Because in her smile angels sings,…
I always Knew she Was going To be hot But not
I pride myself in the midst of pain, pleasure Brain and honesty.
Tomorrow is a pretense Which you have to consciously Bel…