this one was inspired by a friends word
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body