There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.

poetry in my bones, just a little plenty in my bones, it burns and burns even when i try cleanse away creativity in my bones, i have love for other things;

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

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

The beautiful frame hung on the wa… With dust and dark paintings i rec… O, bring a white wipe So i can clean off the sadness bef… The teardrops of the picture in th…

Turn my words to dust Turn from dust to dust Play my favourite type of blues Paint it from blue to blues Pour me a bottle of wine

There are many ways To start a poem and many Words to start one with. There are many ways to create A life and many styles involved

Pretend to sleep tight and secretl… bare interest so if light will dec… aware and if the night will yawn w… are famously put to rest.

How deep Can love Swim Or How

It will never go or give up, It is a wanted resident Making its way to a

I see fairness in death than man, as death will show honesty to take… by gender, race, sexuality or rich… and he would ponder to hide when life is so unfaithful to man

Merely is the bread, wine and your… Your countenance, Your eyes and t… It works in harmony its your sense… The weariness is the achievement m… Its the effort of your pain all be…