O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops

Goodbye You! Goodbye to the willow-land and the… Where all the tears, emotions, bre… And deep fears are all shared. Goodbye to the weary-trees, the la…

In life we prepare for tomorrow no… Just like a judge, We mend or break hearts And just like a bad dream, We focus on waking up.

These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white

Friends needs loyalty to stay Pain need time to fade Love need heart to claim Life need us to grow Money need trust to gain

poetry in my bones, just a little plenty in my bones, it burns and burns even when i try cleanse away creativity in my bones, i have love for other things;

Morning by days not less or late Her heart flutters and fail’d to b… I tossed her arms up and down, Her arms dare to stay and it drop’… Her lips was wide, curve while her…

Oh how marvellous It is to Write and drink Your guts out, How scary

You can’t get Enough Of words Or enough Of context

I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.

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,

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…

Never stay far away from me, Even when am in distress, and my b… Can no longer bear; or swift with… And compassion strikes out only fo… Never stay far away from me,