(2015)
I still cannot see the way she wal… How her breast pawned towards the… Her stripe mouthed shoes squeaking… With the earl grey gown i bought;… I pondered around like a deaf Ami…
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
A drunk man once asked me Do you write? And I was like yeah I can put words together, He looked at the cup he was holdin…
Sometimes I take A Break From
I could read her sight for countle… I could gasp her breath in every f… I could make my heart a bargain For her to freely blend, Because in her smile angels sings,…
Tomorrow is a pretense Which you have to consciously Bel…
I read a lot of Bukwoski Drunk And spitting words on Paper, And a little of Oliver
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and
Love is The easiest Subject To write About Because
I think mostly When there Is no ink No pen Or when my
I can’t Afford Pride for Now Even if
When Pavarotti plays On a timeless streak And emotions flares To caress lips and Tongues swimming
My glasses are filled And your cups are Starting to overflow With patience and I will help
The sound-cloud with a silence act… White soft smoke with a bright Foamy art, The sound-cloud travels with light And circles in an area,
Nature is A beautiful And most Hated luxury But you