I have convert this hobby to a job
Because a job for me is joy and si
No standing whilst thinking and wr
I should be payed by you but I ca
But see that you have no job but s

I wish i was born in the old days,
Greatly about how they look, when
Work with knowledge that makes the
They all have many sense than one
I wish i was an endowed poet then,

Oh sleep and rest thy dazzling eye
Nor snore aloud with breath-stinks
Countenance cover’s it or lay stil
Of thy thoughts out bare; stay sti
Claws or brows; Oh now it’s mire,

I find it
Hard
Reading a
Long paragraph
Of nothing

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

Tomorrow is a pretense 
Which you have to consciously Bel

Sometimes
I take
A
Break
From

How will thine love as handful,
is it as hate would make a flare?
Heart would be burned into dark as
But some will bare to inhale
The smell.

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

I still have
Enough fuel
To fill my
Thoughts
Because