Curiousity is a hell of a drug The reason why you open your eyes… The morning and The reason why you shut it at nigh…
poetry in my bones, just a little plenty in my bones, it burns and burns even when i try cleanse away creativity in my bones, i have love for other things;
I have learned about success and i will forever crave for, I have learned about life but Life will stay complicated to me, I have learned about women
When Pavarotti plays On a timeless streak And emotions flares To caress lips and Tongues swimming
Play me a love music Shut all the blinds And I will write the world for yo…
They lived and seed in light and d… Forsooth the great wall demise the… Oh no! the casts and judges are p… Although the reaction to the dark… The visual of their face goes blan…
To whom; who death might delight, Put on your socks and your glass And glimpse through a river That breath gust of elite; gust of… Which you will miss gracefully
Most of them Lives here But as a Visitor I Lecture them
Love growing could be as Short as a leave that kisses The sun begged to kiss not, It could be a lantern bright But not bright enough to see far,
My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect
Just like a boat Float on me Just like a lamp Light me on Just like a dream
A small piece of metal With a shinning light, Visible yet warmth, Seek the dark smoke As it breaths
I find it Hard Reading a Long paragraph Of nothing
Oh sleep and rest thy dazzling eye… Nor snore aloud with breath-stinks… Countenance cover’s it or lay stil… Of thy thoughts out bare; stay sti… Claws or brows; Oh now it’s mire,…
If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.