(2015)
You don’t have to bleed to Satisfy them all Just throw them a bone And watch them bring it back.
You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.
The beautiful frame hung on the wa… With dust and dark paintings i rec… O, bring a white wipe So i can clean off the sadness bef… The teardrops of the picture in th…
What heart would whisper another Sense will hardly learn; and Wandering mind could cluster Indefinite at dark forests in angu… Of sight and vicious earthly being…
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
How deep Can love Swim Or How
Most of them Lives here But as a Visitor I Lecture them
I pride myself in the midst of pain, pleasure Brain and honesty.
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
All this Is Just A front Am
I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.
Culprit are tend to be Visible when a craft Is alarmed. A trigger can become Hostile while depending
I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.
If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.
Just like a boat Float on me Just like a lamp Light me on Just like a dream