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;

The Only Normal Thing On

I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.

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

Take a look at the road where we a… My future, your future, our future When the time comes How will we all contain in our own… How will the world see our own shi…

Only If You Could jump Out

Under the stripped trees in a pear… Winter, there i found a white blos… Dropped in a muffled sound-like And it formed A surface,

I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.

Nothing is worth writing About until something Is worth reading a…

It’s funny Dreams are funny They are just like mindset Altering your personal thoughts It’s funny how all you wanted

To love is to risk lonliness To die is to risk life To seek is to risk lost To breath is to risk hope To feel is to risk numbness