(2015)
Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…
I do not blend in with crowds but with might i could desperately… In a pub filled with crowds; this… and in a rave filled with parks; t… but in an open space with one and…
Oh how marvellous It is to Write and drink Your guts out, How scary
The blind goose with a solemn hear… White, pure and goes on and on and… But without the trails of the rest… All she ever sees was darkness, Darkness –this long parable and na…
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…
My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect
I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.
It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.
To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
poetry in my bones, just a little plenty in my bones, it burns and burns even when i try cleanse away creativity in my bones, i have love for other things;
A full moon had shown tonight And its a dynamic of her own beaut… Her own smile and her own personal… What addition could tears bear whe… Feelings are idle and uncomprehend…
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
Morning by days not less or late Her heart flutters and fail’d to b… I tossed her arms up and down, Her arms dare to stay and it drop’… Her lips was wide, curve while her…
The chances Of me Acquiring Success Is the same
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…
