I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.

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;

Let me not seek before my faith is… When the buds are trimmed for love… Not for unusual traits or heart wr… And not for solidarity to beg or r… Some debt; which my heart will dec…

Oh God What would Do Without My hands,

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

All I need Is for you To read Acknowledge Debate

Deception is a great feeling for Those who it pleases to lie; But truth is sacred and the Continual of all lies.

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.

Of one you once loved with fetish heart Of one you once cared With all you had Of one you once prayed

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…

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…

Everything Hurts Immediately you Decided To