Deception is a great feeling for Those who it pleases to lie; But truth is sacred and the Continual of all lies.

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

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 have convert this hobby to a job Because a job for me is joy and si… No standing whilst thinking and wr… I should be payed by you but I ca… But see that you have no job but s…

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…

Never stay far away from me, Even when am in distress, and my b… Can no longer bear; or swift with… And compassion strikes out only fo… Never stay far away from me,

The delights of autumn, the cats shivering and the birds as silence as a morning morgue, th… that blows you backward and coldne… that knit deep into your dry skin,

It will not make you rich It doesn’t mean that you are speci… There are no extra powers Only an effort will do And you will never stop

Love growing could be as Short as a leave that kisses The sun begged to kiss not, It could be a lantern bright But not bright enough to see far,

A crooked faith with the deepest w… Immortality of conception about li… Weakest pace, slowest race. Illegible notes with an unclear ma… Although its more revelation, appr…

You can’t get Enough Of words Or enough Of context

Life is a maze and death Is the way out.

poetry in my bones, just a little plenty in my bones, it burns and burns even when i try cleanse away creativity in my bones, i have love for other things;