I don’t try too hard They can’t help Enough but loosen Their shacks and Jump down from their

I always Knew she Was going To be hot But not

There are sweetness in his blazing… Admiration of kind mind that winds… So, why halt? when the symphony Of grasp still commence, I can see the shadow line of where

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.

There are many usual things On your mind when you have a mind To worry, There are many unusual aspect on y… Mind that are vulnerable, vivid

Sometimes I take A Break From

There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly

I can’t Afford Pride for Now Even if

The chances Of me Acquiring Success Is the same

I read a lot of Bukwoski Drunk And spitting words on Paper, And a little of Oliver

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…

They are roaring And ready To go but My shoe Laces are still

I have spread the sheet to my bed… Now that there is no more experien… Now there is no more poetry, and n… There is nothing new to write abou… Under the sun or far away from bey…

If you ever thought of a girl perhaps wasted anytime with someon… Or no one. If you ever walk with loud manly Conversation with your friend