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;
Look at me, lying on the sofa With the thought of money and fame And my waist-bones cringes Of the moves and roads and efforts… Sarcasm, or more like it’ i’d say…
Oh how marvellous It is to Write and drink Your guts out, How scary
A part Of my head Is hurting A part that Needs to
Only If You Could jump Out
In life we prepare for tomorrow no… Just like a judge, We mend or break hearts And just like a bad dream, We focus on waking up.
Look left Look right There are inspirations Everywhere Discover yours.
The beautiful frame hung on the wa… With dust and dark paintings i rec… O, bring a white wipe So i can clean off the sadness bef… The teardrops of the picture in th…
It might be shit But that’s your own shit And it might be a hit From the park, And that will pose to be
For death will applaud to us and w… To thee not death.
I do not write my poetry for no-on… And every dawn, i do not reason wh… —On about mystic my work chaperon… Mystic is me but with more time yo… You will break the mystery and lea…
Merely is the bread, wine and your… Your countenance, Your eyes and t… It works in harmony its your sense… The weariness is the achievement m… Its the effort of your pain all be…
I think mostly When there Is no ink No pen Or when my
Deception is a great feeling for Those who it pleases to lie; But truth is sacred and the Continual of all lies.
I Heard that New York is a great… To be a writer and London is a Nice place to be a poet, France i… Common place to be an author All other places are irrelevant!
