(2014)
You should see the sketch of sorro… You should see the pain written in… You should try to dig what is hidd… Can you not see how her eyes are t… When her brows flinches up and dow…
How deep Can love Swim Or How
A part Of my head Is hurting A part that Needs to
A crooked faith with the deepest w… Immortality of conception about li… Weakest pace, slowest race. Illegible notes with an unclear ma… Although its more revelation, appr…
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…
Well i am stucked Here and I am Not the wisest I should have cut Loose before now.
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,
Henceforth.. Take a look at the leaves Leaving their mother For the first time For a new experience,
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…
A relationship without love is lik… Disco of sex, a music, a carpeted… And army of glitzy light of nothin… But a waste of one’s effort to suc… Perhaps love is easy to frisk
Give me A guitar With No strings, Mouth me
Look at me, lying on the sofa With the thought of money and fame And my waist-bones cringes Of the moves and roads and efforts… Sarcasm, or more like it’ i’d say…
I have written More love Poems than A conductor Would ever
Words should be plain And simple But always jumping Down in style.
Art of loving is a complicated Ar… it must not be too Abundant or too… and Moderation is an hard option t…