How i hate your dark crooked bows, The lynch of your exceeding notes Buried in your solemn voice, The way you twinkle like a white f… And the pace that you race

Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…

We’d hope to say what they meant As we have seen them come and go Sprouting the heart of the lonely… Cruising the bell and towing the l… They’ve pour their wisdom, fears,…

A very good piece does not Wake up In just one rainy day Or perhaps a sunny day  If there are no luck, a very good… Might not even rise at all.

Let me not seek before my faith is… When the buds are trimmed for love… Not for unusual traits or heart wr… And not for solidarity to beg or r… Some debt; which my heart will dec…

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,

Play me a love music Shut all the blinds And I will write the world for yo…

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,

Sometimes you Need a Break From Life

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…

I am a father I am a mother I said I’m a friend! Your friend A neighbour

I cry blood I cry a very dark red blood I cry I cry to read along the lines I Cry a meaningless tear sometime…