(2015)
Why are they dressed in red and wh… A black long fur facing towards th… A gold button parting the blood an… Misery of their own existence, and… To please; they are slow nature of…
You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.
Poetry Poetry is for the weak The clean and tucked in worker beh… Poetry is for the lazy The fragile breeds with a right ha…
I see fairness in death than man, as death will show honesty to take… by gender, race, sexuality or rich… and he would ponder to hide when life is so unfaithful to man
As hours goes by Dawn after dawn Season after seasons And tears mapping face, I’m still fading.
Sometimes you Need a Break From Life
There is just only One thing Separating Me and my Bad habits
I need to Get Myself a Typewriter It’s like
As may that it is, even though you… Philanderer, Or a disheveled, ruffian, but I c… With the hoard Shouting in loud bars, even though…
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
When you light up My dreams brightens When you smile and pause My heart pause a beat When you cry
You don’t have to bleed to Satisfy them all Just throw them a bone And watch them bring it back.
We grow in time and by day we ripe… But by hours our memory shrinks an… Dawns to slumber in intelligence, But with love; we sharpen every sl… Our memory seems to please and
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
When a chapter of your life is at… every moment seems to bleed and every hands you shake will not mov… and every day is a million years a… every step seems not to take step