My favorite
Kind of people
Are poets,
Writers
But I respect

The sound-cloud with a silence act
White soft smoke with a bright
Foamy art,
The sound-cloud travels with light
And circles in an area,

Love for thee are naught,
For every tears and every
Pain love claimed will rot,
Love to thee will glance no noon,
For my heart will gently gain numb

Merely is the bread, wine and thy
Thou countenance, thou eyes and th
It works in harmony its thou sense
The weariness is the achievement m
Its the effort of thou pain all be

Never forget
To
Do
Your own
Thing

You don’t have to bleed to
Satisfy them all
Just throw them a bone
And watch them bring it back.

O, ye the bright sky summon thee
Before the crimson light forsake n
With the numb cloud morosely still
So does the teardrop– warmish will
Lightening’ a little or with a pi

I am doing
Good
For just
A bedroom
Writer

They lease my soul from me
They pays with dime; with dime–
Did my flesh buries far beneath to
Nor behold a light; who shall see
I bellow at thee who mourn or weep

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