(2014)
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
Give me love O you, as sacred heart Are hard to trust. Plunge my bones With humor
A fool i was to rest on beauty, To lean my back on gratitude, On just a sight and nothing but Just a sight of what i cannot Do nothing but please.
You don’t have to bleed to Satisfy them all Just throw them a bone And watch them bring it back.
This could Be Magic Only if You
why do you take years in craving what can’t last?, perhaps a little bit trust may be… that angry gravy eyes you stare wi… burst in horror!,
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
You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.
Everything Hurts Immediately you Decided To
I will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little
I have Loved Less Since The last
My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect
Atleast I Have love For something That is not secured
I have dreams that I have lived And The ones I still live. I have appeased my childhood God, He is pleased. I have dreamt of peace
I Heard that New York is a great… To be a writer and London is a Nice place to be a poet, France i… Common place to be an author All other places are irrelevant!