A part
Of my head
Is hurting
A part that
Needs to

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

Give me
A guitar
With
No strings,
Mouth me

May so be it
Life will be it
Love will also be it
Music will sing it
Rituals will be a part of it

Oh how marvellous
It is to
Write and drink
Your guts out,
How scary

A very good piece,
Writing a good poetry is like maki
Or trying to get to sleep as a kid
Or hearing an ice cream truck and
There is no certainty that you wou

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;

Atleast I
Have love
For something
That is not
secured

I can’t
Promise you
Heaven
But we will
Be

I pride myself in the midst
of pain, pleasure
Brain and honesty.