I Am not a drinker If not I would have claimed that Bottles help me write.
A very good piece does not Wake up In just one rainy day Or perhaps a sunny day If there are no luck, a very good… Might not even rise at all.
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
Oh how marvellous It is to Write and drink Your guts out, How scary
There is nothing special About being normal If it be cheating, Cheat Or perhaps laughing, dancing
Hiya. I’m just checking in How are we all doing? I hope this year haven’t swept us… Family & relations good?
Art of loving is a complicated Ar… it must not be too Abundant or too… and Moderation is an hard option t…
For death will applaud to us and w… To thee not death.
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
I was born anew and i was born now… strongly at me with my tiny hands… ceased to cover my face, leer at all this creature lingerin… and delighted am free.
The love I once felt was invincib… yet soothing. beyond consciousness yet understood. The simplicity of the love was ast…
Atleast I Have love For something That is not secured
Never forget To Do Your own Thing
Love growing could be as Short as a leave that kisses The sun begged to kiss not, It could be a lantern bright But not bright enough to see far,
What heart would whisper another Sense will hardly learn; and Wandering mind could cluster Indefinite at dark forests in angu… Of sight and vicious earthly being…
