many writes poetry now,
many writes about life and they wi
were not alive but when they hears
they run and leave their shoes beh
many writes about love,

Nothing is worth writing About
until something Is worth reading a

glazing mortar, maze in order,
the rate of those reluctant
covers the least occupant,
laziness takes over the other work
but with your might and focus,

I walk
Through
This pattern
Because
This is

Writing is like drugs
You will never stop wanting more
Or trying so hard to see how high

I will live by words
I will conquer every negative emot
By words
I will perish boredom by words
I will let the words swim steadily

Don’t let my word make meaning to
Don’t let your sex makes differenc
Don’t let love decide the mood in
You might be,
Don’t let time change the human in

I Am not a drinker
If not I would have claimed that
Bottles help me write.

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

Life could spike your drink
Love could stab your heart
Feelings could blame your tears
Money could pay for less
Attraction could buy your sight