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
Poetry Poetry is for the weak The clean and tucked in worker beh… Poetry is for the lazy The fragile breeds with a right ha…
Love will have no manners Or conciousness to rebuke for, Because nothing dire will decend When eyes finds an obssession to f… Will it walk on rail and loose tra…
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
Ann know your moors As people call it anonymous. I love having a special power A super power An uneven power
To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
As hours goes by Dawn after dawn Season after seasons And tears mapping face, I’m still fading.
I think mostly When there Is no ink No pen Or when my
My glasses are filled And your cups are Starting to overflow With patience and I will help
I find it Hard Reading a Long paragraph Of nothing
Everything Hurts Immediately you Decided To
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…
All i see is vain The vain of a callous step father The vain of two truthful drunks The vain of a petty elder lady The vain of a mosque shoe thieves
I have lost the taste for words I have blended with the world I have settled with the masses I have decided to colour it all. I have lost the taste for words
Under the stripped trees in a pear… Winter, there i found a white blos… Dropped in a muffled sound-like And it formed A surface,