If i could love night more as my o… might and sleep next to night with… but just me and her blue iris sigh… her eyes that rest on beauty of endless flourish flight, owls, dog…
To whom; who death might delight, Put on your socks and your glass And glimpse through a river That breath gust of elite; gust of… Which you will miss gracefully
Love in a film, The boy meets the girl in a party Or in a school or the girl runs in… In a runway, with a slight awkward… They both connect instantly and li…
It might be shit But that’s your own shit And it might be a hit From the park, And that will pose to be
A misfit is not a wish Neither is it a pitch, an area, a… Its about your balance The ability of practice or talent… Attitude to the frost and stagnant…
I wonder how i will feel when am o… Wonder if the words will still be… In my mind with no regrets, Wonder if my heart-beats are still… Wonder if the world will be cruel…
Many years are so distance And i was secluded from too many y… But lately the days are so pleasan… And the moon blossom through her p… The sky is generously proud and ga…
Don’t let my word make meaning to… Don’t let your sex makes differenc… Don’t let love decide the mood in… You might be, Don’t let time change the human in…
Teenagers Take healthy risks, Read books Go on walks Watch the sunset
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…
When change drown us deep, When red roses deceits to gain us… When bereaved our utter to reap, Myself and yourself will be mute n… Silence will repeat over and never…
if you don’t want to do anything but reading, read loud if you don’t want to read and maybe all you want is to eat, eat now,
There are sweetness in his blazing… Admiration of kind mind that winds… So, why halt? when the symphony Of grasp still commence, I can see the shadow line of where
Hunger for silence Voice cracked whistles blown Cattles lost Ego’s bruised
A very good piece, Writing a good poetry is like maki… Or trying to get to sleep as a kid… Or hearing an ice cream truck and There is no certainty that you wou…