Curiousity is a hell of a drug The reason why you open your eyes… The morning and The reason why you shut it at nigh…

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,

Only if i Could have Never Learned a way To arouse

A very good piece does not Wake up In just one rainy day Or perhaps a sunny day  If there are no luck, a very good… Might not even rise at all.

They should learn how to talk, When they sees one another—just fo… They should dry the coals and bury… Like half of us, so strength shall… But before you were born by them,

If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.

I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.

There is nothing special About being normal If it be cheating, Cheat Or perhaps laughing, dancing

The blind goose with a solemn hear… White, pure and goes on and on and… But without the trails of the rest… All she ever sees was darkness, Darkness –this long parable and na…

I have spread the sheet to my bed… Now that there is no more experien… Now there is no more poetry, and n… There is nothing new to write abou… Under the sun or far away from bey…

From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a

You don’t have to bleed to Satisfy them all Just throw them a bone And watch them bring it back.

For life will fairly drench and We will with no option but famousl…

A heart that flee out of her chest… And the bottom of smiles bewilderi… From her crest; for beauty is her… Strength and her soft pink lips pa… Heaven in devil’s despair,

Life is a maze and death Is the way out.