Most of them Lives here But as a Visitor I Lecture them
Now, have you seen? The black mane of a dark horse As it slithers and kiss the marble… Now the whore petticoat, cloaks an… On a starry night whispers its oat
I will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little
Let grieve become incompetent For all boat should sail on roads, And mountain should bow to every Origin of loyalty and success our Story impose, life is a canal and
A small piece of metal With a shinning light, Visible yet warmth, Seek the dark smoke As it breaths
Morning by days not less or late Her heart flutters and fail’d to b… I tossed her arms up and down, Her arms dare to stay and it drop’… Her lips was wide, curve while her…
Nothing is worth writing About until something Is worth reading a…
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…
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
I can play Different roles But there have To be no rules Or tears because
All i see is vain The vain of a callous step father The vain of two truthful drunks The vain of a petty elder lady The vain of a mosque shoe thieves
I cry blood I cry a very dark red blood I cry I cry to read along the lines I Cry a meaningless tear sometime…
When you say friends Tell me what you meant by friends Is it those people you go running… When you think you’ve got a proble… Or those ones social media classed…
The blind goose with a solemn hear… White, pure and goes on and on and… But without the trails of the rest… All she ever sees was darkness, Darkness –this long parable and na…
I pride myself in the midst of pain, pleasure Brain and honesty.
