A Poets Philosophy
It's based on two things. First is of human origin. Us being cannot be good in anyone's eyes. There is a grudge against humanity, so I can only offer the…
It's based on two things. First is of human origin. Us being cannot be good in anyone's eyes. There is a grudge against humanity, so I can only offer the…
It's like I took out my mind.I have a sick sense of right.Beloved doctor.Now.Just a simple case.It's just a simple case of sane. The things I hide.The things I lie on.The…
Bright lights.Looking like your eyes.Looking like sunshine.As I touch your skin. Through a window.What do you see love?This may be,the night of our lives,tonight. The sun goes downand I wake you up.We…
The waves flowed our way.While we sat by the beachside,where we took our parts.A right just to stay,but the owners say that you were blind.They told me to leave you behind.I…
Make the world another sea of ash,circumstances growing thin.I thought I let down all that I had.Just leave all these broken wings.these broken wingsRight now,the paintings stained and cracked.How did…
All alone in this house.You start to scream, I hear you out.Felling better than before,but you cry like you did during the war.A feeling that no one cares.Believe me, we…
I found myself thinking about you tonight.All night.Crying with angry tears.So full of impunity.What happened?So I thought,what made you to walk into my life?Why did you even have to?Did you…
Using your skin to wrap up your bonesYour mother can't see this right now.I tried to remember.Died in December. Holding a thought down in your memory,is it what you expected to be?Held you…
Somewhere, there is a battle field. Babies cry, on the open streets. There was a addict, to his own existence. He came down, glass cracking on his feet. He was…
It’s my number.One thousand one hundred and thirty four. One good harlot and three filthy whores.One bent path that’s paving the way,and twenty passionate fans, losing the day. Two sweet eyes that…