These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
Rapidly does the spirit roam. Invisible to human And visible to the special ones, Sometimes you could sense Or feel the stroke when walking
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…
A small piece of metal With a shinning light, Visible yet warmth, Seek the dark smoke As it breaths
I am Incredibly Lucky Check me out In few years
When you are wealthy: Many shall be your friends and Few shall be your fans and; All will be your death.
Demons I will bring out the demons in you I will close the trenches and make The demons feed in you They will feel what it’s like for…
It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.
Atleast I Have love For something That is not secured
When you Are young You Could Only
We grow in time and by day we ripe… But by hours our memory shrinks an… Dawns to slumber in intelligence, But with love; we sharpen every sl… Our memory seems to please and
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
Many had played this game like a c… A mouse, we once played the game b… Drained and emotionally out of dep… The game hates to differ and knows… Fight for this game and be careles…
You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.
I stumble, I stand, I sit and I… Every-time i think about your soft… And the smirks on your face Whenever you are bored, scared or… Sometimes i glaze through the glas…