(2013)
I stumble, I stand, I sit and I… Every-time i think about your soft… And the smirks on your face Whenever you are bored, scared or… Sometimes i glaze through the glas…
Under the stripped trees in a pear… Winter, there i found a white blos… Dropped in a muffled sound-like And it formed A surface,
I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.
If i could love night more as my o… might and sleep next to night with… but just me and her blue iris sigh… her eyes that rest on beauty of endless flourish flight, owls, dog…
Teenagers Take healthy risks, Read books Go on walks Watch the sunset
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…
The delights of autumn, the cats shivering and the birds as silence as a morning morgue, th… that blows you backward and coldne… that knit deep into your dry skin,
Turn my words to dust Turn from dust to dust Play my favourite type of blues Paint it from blue to blues Pour me a bottle of wine
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
If you ever thought of a girl perhaps wasted anytime with someon… Or no one. If you ever walk with loud manly Conversation with your friend
For death will applaud to us and w… To thee not death.
Word is force and reflection of fl… Words are bait to feelings and can… Word is a million word that makes… Words is like a shotgun and death… Words is a boxer short and a camel…
The chances Of me Acquiring Success Is the same
Hunger for silence Voice cracked whistles blown Cattles lost Ego’s bruised
Don’t fret As long as you are still breathing My words will never be short of br…