(2015)
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…
Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…
How deep Can love Swim Or How
It might be shit But that’s your own shit And it might be a hit From the park, And that will pose to be
Close your eyes What do you see? Light Or darkness They are as bad as Each other, too
How will thine love as handful, is it as hate would make a flare? Heart would be burned into dark as… But some will bare to inhale The smell.
I am a father I am a mother I said I’m a friend! Your friend A neighbour
The Only Normal Thing On
As knowledge will enrich its own s… For so many comfort peace Will make aware, For so many sheet our bed Will yearn, for so many seeds
There are sweetness in his blazing… Admiration of kind mind that winds… So, why halt? when the symphony Of grasp still commence, I can see the shadow line of where
I am A Different Person in Real life,
glazing mortar, maze in order, the rate of those reluctant covers the least occupant, laziness takes over the other work… but with your might and focus,
Sometimes I take A Break From
When you light up My dreams brightens When you smile and pause My heart pause a beat When you cry
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
