I don’t try too hard They can’t help Enough but loosen Their shacks and Jump down from their
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
Hunger for silence Voice cracked whistles blown Cattles lost Ego’s bruised
We dine and make living out of lie Yet, we failed to have feelings th… Sometimes we walk on the path of u… We drink with the straw but with m… We curse,
There are many usual things On your mind when you have a mind To worry, There are many unusual aspect on y… Mind that are vulnerable, vivid
A small piece of metal With a shinning light, Visible yet warmth, Seek the dark smoke As it breaths
At first, when the wind blows and… Dims and when the cock crows aloud… Your conscience leaps and with you… With your sour-lips and a curved h… Either your breath stinks or not,
I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.
All this Words looks Exactly the Same I bet
My luck changed when I found a qu… A parrot with a blue tail Golden feathers Pointy beak Very moist and incredibly tethered
A fool i was to rest on beauty, To lean my back on gratitude, On just a sight and nothing but Just a sight of what i cannot Do nothing but please.
I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.
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;
Revisited I am revisiting my younger mind, A mind of an old warrior holding o… Spares and arrows, A mind of many endured monks chant…
Nothing is worth writing About until something Is worth reading a…