I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.
Nature is A beautiful And most Hated luxury But you
Act amazed like it is done in plig… For all that winds care is comfort And delicate bid of sun ray slithe… Through the breast of a pregnant d… Act amazed like its done in plight…
glazing mortar, maze in order, the rate of those reluctant covers the least occupant, laziness takes over the other work… but with your might and focus,
You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.
I have spread the sheet to my bed… Now that there is no more experien… Now there is no more poetry, and n… There is nothing new to write abou… Under the sun or far away from bey…
I write when am lonely When the world is at its Wicked peak, I write when am scared When the thunder is kissing
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…
A small piece of metal With a shinning light, Visible yet warmth, Seek the dark smoke As it breaths
I feel like I have seen them all And buzzing around in black and wh… White socked into bleach of evils… They wish to break us all but With divine intervention we surpas…
It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.
I have walked with people Who are well pamperd And well spoken enough to be Their own god.
For death will applaud to us and w… To thee not death.
If I could sleep in my dream; Gazing lightly with my brow for a… When the snowy candles begins to w… I would sleep in peace for million… Knowing my sight will become blue…
Everything can Be learned In this world Even prayer Can be taught
