They are roaring And ready To go but My shoe Laces are still

To whom; who death might delight, Put on your socks and your glass And glimpse through a river That breath gust of elite; gust of… Which you will miss gracefully

You don’t have to bleed to Satisfy them all Just throw them a bone And watch them bring it back.

They should learn how to talk, When they sees one another—just fo… They should dry the coals and bury… Like half of us, so strength shall… But before you were born by them,

There are many usual things On your mind when you have a mind To worry, There are many unusual aspect on y… Mind that are vulnerable, vivid

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;

There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.

My thoughts are All outlined with white Colour You don’t need to Worry; they are

A drunk man once asked me Do you write? And I was like yeah I can put words together, He looked at the cup he was holdin…

For you to be reading this At this exact time Is not an honor It was meant to be.

I have written More love Poems than A conductor Would ever

Love in a film, The boy meets the girl in a party Or in a school or the girl runs in… In a runway, with a slight awkward… They both connect instantly and li…

I pride myself in the midst of pain, pleasure Brain and honesty.