(2014)
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.
Poetry Poetry is for the weak The clean and tucked in worker beh… Poetry is for the lazy The fragile breeds with a right ha…
They should learn how to talk, When they sees one another—just fo… They should dry the coals and bury… Like half of us, so strength shall… But before you were born by them,
Every forsaken days of the week, Every unfortunate month of the yea… I would arose from my own rest, lo… And i would sum the seconds, minut… To my rise or prime to my fall.
I do This to save Me from Insanity And Importantly
Give me A guitar With No strings, Mouth me
Tell me the verse this may be And let all lye in thoughts Of what you or i may get Or beg out of life, Life of deceits and a freshly new…
A full moon had shown tonight And its a dynamic of her own beaut… Her own smile and her own personal… What addition could tears bear whe… Feelings are idle and uncomprehend…
Henceforth.. Take a look at the leaves Leaving their mother For the first time For a new experience,
How will love be glad on autumns r… love divine and love refined, love… love inclined, love infinite and l… love’s regard and love on guard, f… love as cold like a morning’s brea…
As hours goes by Dawn after dawn Season after seasons And tears mapping face, I’m still fading.
I love us more when its peak And our Presence had been starved To see.
Love for thee are naught, For every tears and every Pain love claimed will rot, Love to thee will glance no noon, For my heart will gently gain numb…
Art of loving is a complicated Ar… it must not be too Abundant or too… and Moderation is an hard option t…