(2015)
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…
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
This could Be Magic Only if You
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…
You can’t get Enough Of words Or enough Of context
Now, as you may have seen When old, young or when with Someone as days and weeks goes on, I do not know how our love is shap… I do not know what my coming will…
It is just another dreary poem Her heart will forever endure and… As he felt no human rage or human… Felt no anger, love and care in hi… In silence he slumbered in his dee…
My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect
Never stay far away from me, Even when am in distress, and my b… Can no longer bear; or swift with… And compassion strikes out only fo… Never stay far away from me,
Sometimes i feel like I have done it all But maybe its not me Its the silk that’s unwilling To cover my feet.
Even if the devil whispers are lou… Can you alter his ego around? May you not kneel or lie or squat… Munificence alarm, Can you tell me what he looks like…
You don’t have to bleed to Satisfy them all Just throw them a bone And watch them bring it back.
How i hate your dark crooked bows, The lynch of your exceeding notes Buried in your solemn voice, The way you twinkle like a white f… And the pace that you race
I have lost the taste for words I have blended with the world I have settled with the masses I have decided to colour it all. I have lost the taste for words
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,
