I write when am lonely When the world is at its Wicked peak, I write when am scared When the thunder is kissing
Publish a book Not pretense Share the words Not label Write your thoughts
I have written More love Poems than A conductor Would ever
The famous cheats will had once em… The prostitutes will freely sleep… acknowledge poetry. The power of poetry is an unoffici… It can be used by a sweet talker,
It might be shit But that’s your own shit And it might be a hit From the park, And that will pose to be
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,…
Oh, the moon should be cautious of… The moon should always glance to k… If i am still here, dressed or nak… With all of my conscious sins and… Witnesses; my eyes could blindly e…
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 love you more than the sky would… I love you more than the star woul… I love you oddly more than the win… I love you merrily more than the f… I love you weirdly more than plant…
O, ye the bright sky summon thee Before the crimson light forsake n… With the numb cloud morosely still… So does the teardrop– warmish will… Lightening’ a little or with a pi…
A crooked faith with the deepest w… Immortality of conception about li… Weakest pace, slowest race. Illegible notes with an unclear ma… Although its more revelation, appr…
Never forget To Do Your own Thing
The delights of autumn, the cats shivering and the birds as silence as a morning morgue, th… that blows you backward and coldne… that knit deep into your dry skin,
There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly
It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.
