For life will fairly drench and We will with no option but famousl…
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,
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…
How deep Can love Swim Or How
They should learn how to talk, When they sees one another—just fo… They should dry the coals and bury… Like half of us, so strength shall… But before you were born by them,
From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a
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;
Don’t let my word make meaning to… Don’t let your sex makes differenc… Don’t let love decide the mood in… You might be, Don’t let time change the human in…
I will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little
O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops
Everything Hurts Immediately you Decided To
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 have walked with people Who are well pamperd And well spoken enough to be Their own god.
Tomorrow is a pretense Which you have to consciously Bel…
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
