Sticks and stones...
I'd much rather be struck to die, than live with a heart full of gruesome words.
You cannot intimidate me my sister… I carry you in my blood. I cannot hate you either. You reside from my heart. Your eyes are mine and so is your…
Even though you’re in pain they wa… See it’s cause they’re nothing els… Even though you’re in danger they… It’s cause there’s nothing more to… Vile as ever, born in sin.
I’m a sad poet, I understand. I o… I’m a happy poet, I understand. I… I carry madness in my pockets, whe… I carry love up my sleeves, when… The sun is dark but the moon shine…
There’s a war inside of me my lord It’s raging There’s an ocean beneath my feat m… I’m drowning There’s thunder above my head my l…
WALK on Dalia they say. One Winter’s night. He left within minutes of sight. He left me with no surety of retur… My heart turned to stone but on i…
there’s a love story in the world… it’s in a specific book i knew i read it so many times iv left it behind id like to go back
I often tell But not quit so If i do so It’ll be pen and paper My hart is full
The view is better from in here, Sometimes you see people in black… Sometimes they look better, Sometimes they look worse. I love this view it almost never h…
In a house so full of people, I… Whith all this company and I’m st… By myself I sit and I ask where e… Loneliness has struck even amongst… I am on my own, I am by myself,…
I have seen that twinkle before. Bright, shining light . I have been looking for it for man… No such grin ever again in sight. A beam so pure i could cry.
Why do I live? Live to only perish once. Live to putrefy within dust. I live each day in..., each day out.
I live without waiting. I am impatient to not just exist. Even a canvas can hold a great sto… Run wild in the streets of this to… Listening to the songs of the bird…
A canvas in the stream, that’s all my life is as it seems. I have to row each day as i paint… I learn from them and i often cont… I paint the sky as my limit,
The notes flow out of his fingerti… The piano compliments his lips. His voice travels upon the athmosp… The solemn song it delivers disapp… Deep into the hearts of many.
Life asked me once; “What’s the price for your life”? I answered saying; “Not a dime”. Then again I said;