When in battle We know men But not fully, We know men that Folds up their sleeve
I will be a father soon I am excited and by his Grace com… I will take your first step with y… Blessing the heavens for a natures… I will love and cherish your exist…
Love for thee are naught, For every tears and every Pain love claimed will rot, Love to thee will glance no noon, For my heart will gently gain numb…
Art of loving is a complicated Ar… it must not be too Abundant or too… and Moderation is an hard option t…
There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly
I pride myself in the midst of pain, pleasure Brain and honesty.
Poetry Poetry is for the weak The clean and tucked in worker beh… Poetry is for the lazy The fragile breeds with a right ha…
We go from Dust to Dust Bones to Bones Cleared by air Bitten By Termites Sulked by rain
As i have reached the town, The town which i thought never exi… The town; where two blocks are dro… The town; where more stoned-houses… And astonish sights of lands, lake…
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
The beautiful frame hung on the wa… With dust and dark paintings i rec… O, bring a white wipe So i can clean off the sadness bef… The teardrops of the picture in th…
I write when am lonely When the world is at its Wicked peak, I write when am scared When the thunder is kissing
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…
I love us more when its peak And our Presence had been starved To see.
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…
