I do not write my poetry for no-on… And every dawn, i do not reason wh… —On about mystic my work chaperon… Mystic is me but with more time yo… You will break the mystery and lea…
Have you thougt Beyond your world Where feelings Are mystery, Where there is no love
I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.
I can’t Promise you Heaven But we will Be
We go from Dust to Dust Bones to Bones Cleared by air Bitten By Termites Sulked by rain
A part Of my head Is hurting A part that Needs to
My wishes—for all their dreams, I wish i could help, i wish i coul… The frost on the glass and hope fo… Not the stress but ease, and for t… To laugh at me when I wish;
I still have Enough fuel To fill my Thoughts Because
A very good piece, Writing a good poetry is like maki… Or trying to get to sleep as a kid… Or hearing an ice cream truck and There is no certainty that you wou…
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,
You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.
Oh God What would Do Without My hands,
The love I once felt was invincib… yet soothing. beyond consciousness yet understood. The simplicity of the love was ast…
I am a father I am a mother I said I’m a friend! Your friend A neighbour
