A heart that flee out of her chest… And the bottom of smiles bewilderi… From her crest; for beauty is her… Strength and her soft pink lips pa… Heaven in devil’s despair,

I need to Get Myself a Typewriter It’s like

if you don’t want to do anything but reading, read loud if you don’t want to read and maybe all you want is to eat, eat now,

From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a

If I could sleep in my dream; Gazing lightly with my brow for a… When the snowy candles begins to w… I would sleep in peace for million… Knowing my sight will become blue…

There are many ways To start a poem and many Words to start one with. There are many ways to create A life and many styles involved

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,

I wonder how i will feel when am o… Wonder if the words will still be… In my mind with no regrets, Wonder if my heart-beats are still… Wonder if the world will be cruel…

Demons I will bring out the demons in you I will close the trenches and make The demons feed in you They will feel what it’s like for…

It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.

I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.

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

I love Everything That will Make Me