Heaven will be glad and passionate
for hell could not bare in comfort
Of some delicate souls prayer woul
So will earth cruse blissfully una
that flesh will rot with clothes,

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

They should learn how to talk,
When they sees one another—just fo
They should dry the coals and bury
Like half of us, so strength shall
But before you were born by them,

I find it
Hard
Reading a
Long paragraph
Of nothing

I trust myself too much
That I sometimes forget how
To trust my pen.

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 simple choice is a great certain
For her own sacred delight,
With love among all odds
And transparency among every refle
With death above usual peace,

I breath through
Sheets of everlasting words.

I can’t
Afford
Pride for
Now
Even if

A small piece of metal
With a shinning light,
Visible yet warmth,
Seek the dark smoke
As it breaths