Is life meant to be? Is love meant to stick? Is death meant kill? What chapter do you call this? In this chapter, I have wept for…
Just like a boat Float on me Just like a lamp Light me on Just like a dream
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
Close your eyes What do you see? Light Or darkness They are as bad as Each other, too
There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly
My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect
Ann know your moors As people call it anonymous. I love having a special power A super power An uneven power
I have Loved Less Since The last
O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops
My glasses are filled And your cups are Starting to overflow With patience and I will help
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…
One will fail to believe, if not Seen or perceived, what solemnly; Another heart had muster Precariously, for intent or brief A talent titled grief.
if you don’t want to do anything but reading, read loud if you don’t want to read and maybe all you want is to eat, eat now,
I find it Hard Reading a Long paragraph Of nothing
Read as light becomes brighter Dance like hell will never succeed Laugh as life becomes a feather Walk like pride will be dear to up… Stroll in your own certain majesty