(2014)
I have spread the sheet to my bed… Now that there is no more experien… Now there is no more poetry, and n… There is nothing new to write abou… Under the sun or far away from bey…
Nature is A beautiful And most Hated luxury But you
I will not be too Quick to put a label On something that might Last forever if we try.
Life is nothing but misery, Every dimension you may prefer Is not enough space for you to bre… Life is wonderful, Live it as you wish and live it
A heart that flee out of her chest… And the bottom of smiles bewilderi… From her crest; for beauty is her… Strength and her soft pink lips pa… Heaven in devil’s despair,
I am a father I am a mother I said I’m a friend! Your friend A neighbour
Why are they dressed in red and wh… A black long fur facing towards th… A gold button parting the blood an… Misery of their own existence, and… To please; they are slow nature of…
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…
Never Count your Work Because Your
many writes poetry now, many writes about life and they wi… were not alive but when they hears… they run and leave their shoes beh… many writes about love,
Life could spike your drink Love could stab your heart Feelings could blame your tears Money could pay for less Attraction could buy your sight
I can’t Afford Pride for Now Even if
My glasses are filled And your cups are Starting to overflow With patience and I will help
If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.
I still have Enough fuel To fill my Thoughts Because