(2013)
I read a lot of Bukwoski Drunk And spitting words on Paper, And a little of Oliver
If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.
Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…
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 will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little
I stumble, I stand, I sit and I… Every-time i think about your soft… And the smirks on your face Whenever you are bored, scared or… Sometimes i glaze through the glas…
I have learned about success and i will forever crave for, I have learned about life but Life will stay complicated to me, I have learned about women
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
I still have Enough fuel To fill my Thoughts Because
You don’t have to be in distress t… Just like you don’t have to breath… You don’t have to be tall to leap You certainly don’t have to be sho… You don’t have to be loud to sing
Atleast I Have love For something That is not secured
I have walked with people Who are well pamperd And well spoken enough to be Their own god.
I have love life The same eversince: I have love the hard Spent days when money shows no favour,
I wonder how i will feel when am o… Wonder if the words will still be… In my mind with no regrets, Wonder if my heart-beats are still… Wonder if the world will be cruel…
I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.
