Oh how marvellous It is to Write and drink Your guts out, How scary
When you say friends Tell me what you meant by friends Is it those people you go running… When you think you’ve got a proble… Or those ones social media classed…
When you are wealthy: Many shall be your friends and Few shall be your fans and; All will be your death.
if you don’t want to do anything but reading, read loud if you don’t want to read and maybe all you want is to eat, eat now,
One will fail to believe, if not Seen or perceived, what solemnly; Another heart had muster Precariously, for intent or brief A talent titled grief.
Is this life I seek Is this purity I recall Is this love I felt Is this death I ordered And If i could write them all,
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,…
A beautiful me. A beautiful you A beautiful us A beautiful sunset dipped. A beautiful cloud
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…
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
This could Be Magic Only if You
I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.
A drunk man once asked me Do you write? And I was like yeah I can put words together, He looked at the cup he was holdin…
The sound-cloud with a silence act… White soft smoke with a bright Foamy art, The sound-cloud travels with light And circles in an area,
How does he speak? With his mouth or his body Or with help or no help, with His crew but he dare not own a boa… For a boat would majestically
