These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
Life is a maze and death Is the way out.
Deception is a great feeling for Those who it pleases to lie; But truth is sacred and the Continual of all lies.
I wish i was born in the old days,… Greatly about how they look, when… Work with knowledge that makes the… They all have many sense than one… I wish i was an endowed poet then,…
Close your eyes What do you see? Light Or darkness They are as bad as Each other, too
I do no not know why they lie, I do not know why they all loathes… I do not know why they swore to lo… Not all of them, but most of them… —But don’t ever be like them, even…
Henceforth.. Take a look at the leaves Leaving their mother For the first time For a new experience,
The journey yet so far I have walked the walk covered in a grimy sun dust Beaten by avalanche of rain But the journey yet seems soothing…
In life we prepare for tomorrow no… Just like a judge, We mend or break hearts And just like a bad dream, We focus on waking up.
A night in the dark with the crick… Undefined moaning of flashy eyes c… The hatching of egg sound with pie… From a very tall stripped tree, The moon and the stars paints;
Sometimes you Need a Break From Life
I know Something That could Do the Trick
I see fairness in death than man, as death will show honesty to take… by gender, race, sexuality or rich… and he would ponder to hide when life is so unfaithful to man
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
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…
