Writing

Ripped notebook,
And the broken mirror looks,
As you scribble,
Without judgment,...

Listen'd,
Handful words
Went on picking
For flowers
Disguarding weeds
...

Shall we...
Consult the wise,
Peer peers
Trample days
Buzzing through
...

I don't talk
To hear myself speak
Or write
Just fancying the words,
Poetry my...

Straight from the heart, no fancy words

Don't know any anyway

Simply simple that's how I...

Straight from the heart, no fancy words

Don't know any anyway

Simply simple that's how I...

Poetry is art.

Trade a brush for the “souls” pen.

Canvas, for its’ depth.

Lo Ran...

Words written

A songs been given

Lyrics from the heart

From which they came....

When writing poetry

One never knows

If our words inspire

Does the rhythm flow...

Why are your Poems So Dark Jude?

It’s not just my poems dear reader.
Everything has...

Mocking motions of ceiling fans
Starving mind, watching shadows
Grow
The length...

Where'd you go......

.......

Meandered versifier,

Allocating:

Formulations...

Not going to write
In rage
Stain my pages,
Go on a useless crusade
Try...

Some days the poems literally flow

Can't hit the keys fast enough

Other days the struggle...

Years of not laughing much

Realizing how much it means

To laugh out loud to stand up...