I still cannot see the way she wal… How her breast pawned towards the… Her stripe mouthed shoes squeaking… With the earl grey gown i bought;… I pondered around like a deaf Ami…
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,
Pretend to sleep tight and secretl… bare interest so if light will dec… aware and if the night will yawn w… are famously put to rest.
Tell me the verse this may be And let all lye in thoughts Of what you or i may get Or beg out of life, Life of deceits and a freshly new…
I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.
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…
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.
now i can see life better now i know the difference between life and death and now i know life is nothing but a box of cereals.
We go from Dust to Dust Bones to Bones Cleared by air Bitten By Termites Sulked by rain
I do This to save Me from Insanity And Importantly
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
We grow in time and by day we ripe… But by hours our memory shrinks an… Dawns to slumber in intelligence, But with love; we sharpen every sl… Our memory seems to please and
You have read all About me but All I know about you is beauty.
Never Count your Work Because Your