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

I Am not a drinker
If not I would have claimed that
Bottles help me write.

Friends needs loyalty to stay
Pain need time to fade
Love need heart to claim
Life need us to grow
Money need trust to gain

I wonder how i will feel when am o
Wonder if the words will still be
In my mind with no regrets,
Wonder if my heart-beats are still
Wonder if the world will be cruel

Poetry
Poetry is for the weak
The clean and tucked in worker beh
Poetry is for the lazy
The fragile breeds with a right ha

Culprit are tend to be
Visible when a craft
Is alarmed.
A trigger can become
Hostile while depending

Is that still you sitting on a bul
Or am i just dreaming, maybe
Not a bull after-all or is it a ho
Am i just whinnying,
Is that the end of the road

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

A bird with a flightless wings
That is what her love brings
When clock can tick no more
Like a naked eye of a devils core.
With a shame your rebel foresee

Sometimes you
Need a
Break
From
Life