A misfit is not a wish Neither is it a pitch, an area, a… Its about your balance The ability of practice or talent… Attitude to the frost and stagnant…
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,
My wishes—for all their dreams, I wish i could help, i wish i coul… The frost on the glass and hope fo… Not the stress but ease, and for t… To laugh at me when I wish;
Many had played this game like a c… A mouse, we once played the game b… Drained and emotionally out of dep… The game hates to differ and knows… Fight for this game and be careles…
All beautiful things are made at n… the moon summons the stars to play… Jazz sounds better when it is play… The ocean streams louder and majes… At night fire burns proudly and vi…
A destiny must do nothing but wand… In doubt of ones approval and jot, All that one as done and most of What one are yet to do; And surely stride will be exposed…
I think mostly When there Is no ink No pen Or when my
When a chapter of your life is at… every moment seems to bleed and every hands you shake will not mov… and every day is a million years a… every step seems not to take step
Secrets A secret is not a secret without m… A secret is not a ghost that knock… A secret is not a torn sheet or a… A secret is not a weapon to change…
A fool i was to rest on beauty, To lean my back on gratitude, On just a sight and nothing but Just a sight of what i cannot Do nothing but please.
Is life meant to be? Is love meant to stick? Is death meant kill? What chapter do you call this? In this chapter, I have wept for…
Words cannot say How long i would love to live Words be dear not to say How much i would rather live to fi… Words better not say
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 always Knew she Was going To be hot But not
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;
