Publish a book Not pretense Share the words Not label Write your thoughts
It could be one way to live occupi… That is tacking every trousers in… Despise, and dressing every space… Empty space for sin to lose intere… In its options to form in your lif…
O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
All this Is Just A front Am
Is this it Is this love or desperation Is this how it feels to be dunked… Empty bowl My heart never really flutters
When in battle We know men But not fully, We know men that Folds up their sleeve
My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect
forever or never will thy bar crow… Or thy bell rung with town crier a… Nay, even if the tune or the bell… Covered in a well attacks?, no hum… Or slip into the well will be dece…
O, ye the bright sky summon thee Before the crimson light forsake n… With the numb cloud morosely still… So does the teardrop– warmish will… Lightening’ a little or with a pi…
Never stay far away from me, Even when am in distress, and my b… Can no longer bear; or swift with… And compassion strikes out only fo… Never stay far away from me,
I have written More love Poems than A conductor Would ever
To love is to risk lonliness To die is to risk life To seek is to risk lost To breath is to risk hope To feel is to risk numbness
Love growing could be as Short as a leave that kisses The sun begged to kiss not, It could be a lantern bright But not bright enough to see far,
To whom; who death might delight, Put on your socks and your glass And glimpse through a river That breath gust of elite; gust of… Which you will miss gracefully