(2015)
I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.
The truth in the midst of lies, th… Threat and stab; heart could never… The poor lies of filled wealth whi… In albatross of the world at will. And to slip and bleed from a restf…
I can play Different roles But there have To be no rules Or tears because
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…
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,
I have Loved Less Since The last
From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a
Only If You Could jump Out
There are many ways To start a poem and many Words to start one with. There are many ways to create A life and many styles involved
We grow in time and by day we ripe… But by hours our memory shrinks an… Dawns to slumber in intelligence, But with love; we sharpen every sl… Our memory seems to please and
When you Are young You Could Only
As i have reached the town, The town which i thought never exi… The town; where two blocks are dro… The town; where more stoned-houses… And astonish sights of lands, lake…
What more can you ask for? A momentum memorial of my art you… Or a possibility of the future of… Through my words you will ever rem… I will leave the lake and the seas…
Let grieve become incompetent For all boat should sail on roads, And mountain should bow to every Origin of loyalty and success our Story impose, life is a canal and
I am done losing my sense to tired… Bidding my streak with holliness, Conversing to the dawn in nakednes… Muting my ever so gracious talent In every nightfall,
