(2014)
I have dreams that I have lived And The ones I still live. I have appeased my childhood God, He is pleased. I have dreamt of peace
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…
When you say friends Tell me what you meant by friends Is it those people you go running… When you think you’ve got a proble… Or those ones social media classed…
Read as light becomes brighter Dance like hell will never succeed Laugh as life becomes a feather Walk like pride will be dear to up… Stroll in your own certain majesty
We go from Dust to Dust Bones to Bones Cleared by air Bitten By Termites Sulked by rain
Look left Look right There are inspirations Everywhere Discover yours.
I read a lot of Bukwoski Drunk And spitting words on Paper, And a little of Oliver
Oh God What would Do Without My hands,
I always Knew she Was going To be hot But not
Teenagers Take healthy risks, Read books Go on walks Watch the sunset
Is this life I seek Is this purity I recall Is this love I felt Is this death I ordered And If i could write them all,
Today is never as lifeless like da… Was meant to be; the woods are idl… And birds pestering a harmless tre… And the squirrels knitting fiercel… And different people walking throu…
Just like a boat Float on me Just like a lamp Light me on Just like a dream
I love you more than the sky would… I love you more than the star woul… I love you oddly more than the win… I love you merrily more than the f… I love you weirdly more than plant…