I still cannot see the way she wal… How her breast pawned towards the… Her stripe mouthed shoes squeaking… With the earl grey gown i bought;… I pondered around like a deaf Ami…

Is that still you sitting on a bul… Or am i just dreaming, maybe Not a bull after-all or is it a ho… Am i just whinnying, Is that the end of the road

We go from Dust to Dust Bones to Bones Cleared by air Bitten By Termites Sulked by rain

I will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little

I don’t try too hard They can’t help Enough but loosen Their shacks and Jump down from their

I pride myself in the midst of pain, pleasure Brain and honesty.

Sometimes I take A Break From

Read as light becomes brighter Dance like hell will never succeed Laugh as life becomes a feather Walk like pride will be dear to up… Stroll in your own certain majesty

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 think mostly When there Is no ink No pen Or when my

Life is a maze and death Is the way out.

Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…

Word is force and reflection of fl… Words are bait to feelings and can… Word is a million word that makes… Words is like a shotgun and death… Words is a boxer short and a camel…

I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer