These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
Only one great lake will a man exc… A boat, a paddle and a widely dark View will go past and fairer luck If one sees far as view will freel…
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,
I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.
It might be shit But that’s your own shit And it might be a hit From the park, And that will pose to be
Oh sleep and rest thy dazzling eye… Nor snore aloud with breath-stinks… Countenance cover’s it or lay stil… Of thy thoughts out bare; stay sti… Claws or brows; Oh now it’s mire,…
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
When in battle We know men But not fully, We know men that Folds up their sleeve
I love you more than the sky would… I love you more than the star woul… I love you oddly more than the win… I love you merrily more than the f… I love you weirdly more than plant…
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…
Love to a novice is sincerity and… And to an expert with trampled edg… Insanity at its deepest phase, As discernment will love wisdom an… As richness will love power; love…
For life will fairly drench and We will with no option but famousl…
When a chapter of your life is at… every moment seems to bleed and every hands you shake will not mov… and every day is a million years a… every step seems not to take step
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…
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…