A misfit is not a wish
Neither is it a pitch, an area, a
Its about your balance
The ability of practice or talent
Attitude to the frost and stagnant

Sometimes i feel like
I have done it all
But maybe its not me
Its the silk that’s unwilling
To cover my feet.

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

When Pavarotti plays
On a timeless streak
And emotions flares
To caress lips and
Tongues swimming

Love in a film,
The boy meets the girl in a party
Or in a school or the girl runs in
In a runway, with a slight awkward
They both connect instantly and li

I do not write my poetry for no-on
And every dawn, i do not reason wh
—On about mystic my work chaperon
Mystic is me but with more time yo
You will break the mystery and lea

I will live by words
I will conquer every negative emot
By words
I will perish boredom by words
I will let the words swim steadily

When you light up
My dreams brightens
When you smile and pause
My heart pause a beat
When you cry

A very good piece does not
Wake up In just one rainy day
Or perhaps a sunny day 
If there are no luck, a very good
Might not even rise at all.

A part
Of my head
Is hurting
A part that
Needs to