(2015)
A heart that flee out of her chest… And the bottom of smiles bewilderi… From her crest; for beauty is her… Strength and her soft pink lips pa… Heaven in devil’s despair,
Nothing is worth writing About until something Is worth reading a…
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…
May so be it Life will be it Love will also be it Music will sing it Rituals will be a part of it
Love me with no range; and never p… Through me, love me like a gate an… Cease to open me, love me like a m… Same and exact with no compromise. Love me peacefully like bodies dro…
Is this life I seek Is this purity I recall Is this love I felt Is this death I ordered And If i could write them all,
My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect
It will never go or give up, It is a wanted resident Making its way to a
All this Is Just A front Am
Just like a boat Float on me Just like a lamp Light me on Just like a dream
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.
Love will have no manners Or conciousness to rebuke for, Because nothing dire will decend When eyes finds an obssession to f… Will it walk on rail and loose tra…
I am a father I am a mother I said I’m a friend! Your friend A neighbour
They are not bragging Or that many I could easily fish them out For now.