I have written More love Poems than A conductor Would ever

To love is to risk lonliness To die is to risk life To seek is to risk lost To breath is to risk hope To feel is to risk numbness

many writes poetry now, many writes about life and they wi… were not alive but when they hears… they run and leave their shoes beh… many writes about love,

The love I once felt was invincib… yet soothing. beyond consciousness yet understood. The simplicity of the love was ast…

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…

Revisited I am revisiting my younger mind, A mind of an old warrior holding o… Spares and arrows, A mind of many endured monks chant…

Everything Hurts Immediately you Decided To

On love will you hate when time Waltz by unpleasantly and same Love will the lapping wave satisfy A couple of beauty praise. More love and pure strength will

Nothing is worth writing About until something Is worth reading a…

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

Read as light becomes brighter Dance like hell will never succeed Laugh as life becomes a feather Walk like pride will be dear to up… Stroll in your own certain majesty

They should learn how to talk, When they sees one another—just fo… They should dry the coals and bury… Like half of us, so strength shall… But before you were born by them,

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

Is this life I seek Is this purity I recall Is this love I felt Is this death I ordered And If i could write them all,

A heart that flee out of her chest… And the bottom of smiles bewilderi… From her crest; for beauty is her… Strength and her soft pink lips pa… Heaven in devil’s despair,

Life could spike your drink Love could stab your heart Feelings could blame your tears Money could pay for less Attraction could buy your sight

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,

Goodbye You! Goodbye to the willow-land and the… Where all the tears, emotions, bre… And deep fears are all shared. Goodbye to the weary-trees, the la…

If i could love night more as my o… might and sleep next to night with… but just me and her blue iris sigh… her eyes that rest on beauty of endless flourish flight, owls, dog…

I will be a father soon I am excited and by his Grace com… I will take your first step with y… Blessing the heavens for a natures… I will love and cherish your exist…

There is nothing special About being normal If it be cheating, Cheat Or perhaps laughing, dancing

Morning by days not less or late Her heart flutters and fail’d to b… I tossed her arms up and down, Her arms dare to stay and it drop’… Her lips was wide, curve while her…

Tomorrow is a pretense  Which you have to consciously Bel…

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,

From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a

It could be one way to live occupi… That is tacking every trousers in… Despise, and dressing every space… Empty space for sin to lose intere… In its options to form in your lif…

I write when am lonely When the world is at its Wicked peak, I write when am scared When the thunder is kissing

Is that still you sitting on a bul… Or am i just dreaming, maybe Not a bull after-all or is it a ho… Am i just whinnying, Is that the end of the road

If I could sleep in my dream; Gazing lightly with my brow for a… When the snowy candles begins to w… I would sleep in peace for million… Knowing my sight will become blue…

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…

Oh God What would Do Without My hands,

Sometimes I take A Break From

Under the stripped trees in a pear… Winter, there i found a white blos… Dropped in a muffled sound-like And it formed A surface,

To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,

A simple choice is a great certain… For her own sacred delight, With love among all odds And transparency among every refle… With death above usual peace,

Love for thee are naught, For every tears and every Pain love claimed will rot, Love to thee will glance no noon, For my heart will gently gain numb…

Why are they dressed in red and wh… A black long fur facing towards th… A gold button parting the blood an… Misery of their own existence, and… To please; they are slow nature of…

A part Of my head Is hurting A part that Needs to

The blind goose with a solemn hear… White, pure and goes on and on and… But without the trails of the rest… All she ever sees was darkness, Darkness –this long parable and na…

This could Be Magic Only if You

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

The Only Normal Thing On

Don’t fret As long as you are still breathing My words will never be short of br…

Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…

I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.