A misfit is not a wish
Neither is it a pitch, an area, a
Its about your balance
The ability of practice or talent
Attitude to the frost and stagnant

I cry blood
I cry a very dark red blood
I cry
I cry to read along the lines
I Cry a meaningless tear sometime

You don’t need
Grades
To do this
Everyone does it
And it

I breath through
Sheets of everlasting words.

I trust myself too much
That I sometimes forget how
To trust my pen.

I still cannot see the way she wal
How her breast pawned towards the
Her stripe mouthed shoes squeaking
With the earl grey gown i bought;
I pondered around like a deaf Ami

If I could sleep in my dream;
Gazing lightly with my brow for a
When the snowy candles begins to w
I would sleep in peace for million
Knowing my sight will become blue

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,

For you to be reading this
At this exact time
Is not an honor
It was meant to be.

I read a lot of Bukwoski
Drunk
And spitting words on
Paper,
And a little of Oliver