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
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!
I will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little
How does he speak? With his mouth or his body Or with help or no help, with His crew but he dare not own a boa… For a boat would majestically
Close your eyes What do you see? Light Or darkness They are as bad as Each other, too
From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a
Life is nothing but misery, Every dimension you may prefer Is not enough space for you to bre… Life is wonderful, Live it as you wish and live it
Is this life I seek Is this purity I recall Is this love I felt Is this death I ordered And If i could write them all,
As knowledge will enrich its own s… For so many comfort peace Will make aware, For so many sheet our bed Will yearn, for so many seeds
They don’t Surprise me They live in a Different world Different city
Deception is a great feeling for Those who it pleases to lie; But truth is sacred and the Continual of all lies.
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
Morning by days not less or late Her heart flutters and fail’d to b… I tossed her arms up and down, Her arms dare to stay and it drop’… Her lips was wide, curve while her…
I am a father I am a mother I said I’m a friend! Your friend A neighbour
Of one you once loved with fetish heart Of one you once cared With all you had Of one you once prayed