If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.
What horror have the earthly natur… How amuse are the fetish majors or… Mostly are the fault of the epipha… painted walls of idiocy and tears… I will be cautious to fetch the ro…
How i hate your dark crooked bows, The lynch of your exceeding notes Buried in your solemn voice, The way you twinkle like a white f… And the pace that you race
The truth in the midst of lies, th… Threat and stab; heart could never… The poor lies of filled wealth whi… In albatross of the world at will. And to slip and bleed from a restf…
Most of them Lives here But as a Visitor I Lecture them
I am a father I am a mother I said I’m a friend! Your friend A neighbour
Words cannot say How long i would love to live Words be dear not to say How much i would rather live to fi… Words better not say
We dine and make living out of lie Yet, we failed to have feelings th… Sometimes we walk on the path of u… We drink with the straw but with m… We curse,
If you ever thought of a girl perhaps wasted anytime with someon… Or no one. If you ever walk with loud manly Conversation with your friend
I read a lot of Bukwoski Drunk And spitting words on Paper, And a little of Oliver
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
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,
I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.
Nothing is worth writing About until something Is worth reading a…
I Heard that New York is a great… To be a writer and London is a Nice place to be a poet, France i… Common place to be an author All other places are irrelevant!