I can’t Promise you Heaven But we will Be
The truth in the midst of lies, th… Threat and stab; heart could never… The poor lies of filled wealth whi… In albatross of the world at will. And to slip and bleed from a restf…
I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.
Today is never as lifeless like da… Was meant to be; the woods are idl… And birds pestering a harmless tre… And the squirrels knitting fiercel… And different people walking throu…
Close your eyes What do you see? Light Or darkness They are as bad as Each other, too
They are not bragging Or that many I could easily fish them out For now.
The sound-cloud with a silence act… White soft smoke with a bright Foamy art, The sound-cloud travels with light And circles in an area,
I Am not a drinker If not I would have claimed that Bottles help me write.
If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.
Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…
Never stay far away from me, Even when am in distress, and my b… Can no longer bear; or swift with… And compassion strikes out only fo… Never stay far away from me,
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…
I Heard that New York is a great… To be a writer and London is a Nice place to be a poet, France i… Common place to be an author All other places are irrelevant!
How i hate your dark crooked bows, The lynch of your exceeding notes Buried in your solemn voice, The way you twinkle like a white f… And the pace that you race
Never forget To Do Your own Thing
