This Christmas, Is love, happiness and forgiveness forget the wealth it’s good spirits

Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…

The more things change The more I feel strange The times on my mind Are hard to find real But somehow still remains

Stowaways, each and every one of u… All in an accident, A collection of particle dust There’s an infinity to be observed Where no sound is heard

To be a poet. Is it knowing self-worth? If that is truly something, It wasn’t given at birth. Words are sharp, they cut like kni…

another caffeinated week and I’m stuck wandering in my dreams a… feeling so damn beat yet all I can do is smile whats going out of style

There was a time, a story, and a t… A eager girl clung to a trunk and… Motors rumbled the mind of a man b… Bells struck, as did hammers, the… His cries unheard, climbing anothe…

It’s the dollar bill that kills cheap thoughts been bought from the man that said you cant

I love the sound Every droplet hitting the ground Speeding up just to slow back down Its like your beating heart There’s thunder inside