Ann know your moors As people call it anonymous. I love having a special power A super power An uneven power
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…
Love for thee are naught, For every tears and every Pain love claimed will rot, Love to thee will glance no noon, For my heart will gently gain numb…
I do no not know why they lie, I do not know why they all loathes… I do not know why they swore to lo… Not all of them, but most of them… —But don’t ever be like them, even…
A destiny must do nothing but wand… In doubt of ones approval and jot, All that one as done and most of What one are yet to do; And surely stride will be exposed…
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,
A drunk man once asked me Do you write? And I was like yeah I can put words together, He looked at the cup he was holdin…
THE ADVENTUROUS THREE by steven le poet Play with the pebble or a rattlesn… Rattlesnake– rattlesnake Play with the pebble or a rattlesn…
If I could sleep in my dream; Gazing lightly with my brow for a… When the snowy candles begins to w… I would sleep in peace for million… Knowing my sight will become blue…
Don’t fret As long as you are still breathing My words will never be short of br…
Heaven will be glad and passionate… for hell could not bare in comfort Of some delicate souls prayer woul… So will earth cruse blissfully una… that flesh will rot with clothes,…
How will love be glad on autumns r… love divine and love refined, love… love inclined, love infinite and l… love’s regard and love on guard, f… love as cold like a morning’s brea…
I have lost the taste for words I have blended with the world I have settled with the masses I have decided to colour it all. I have lost the taste for words
They lease my soul from me They pay with dime; with dime– Did my flesh buries far beneath to… Nor behold a light; who shall see… I bellow at thee who mourn or weep…
A bird with a flightless wings That is what her love brings When clock can tick no more Like a naked eye of a devils core. With a shame your rebel foresee