Poetry is more than just words of rhyme,
It is A style of attitude...
0-5 weeks:
Although my life is so brand new...
Death is nothing but a slave
for your soul doth he crave...
I'm Hard.
Childish ways support my background...
Tomorrow smile at someone
That you've never seen before...
If Roses Can be
Red...
Morning, a child is born
Levitated upwards...
The apple hangs, in the shade of trees,
it's rotten and yet so beautiful...
Thoughts occupy our mind
So much to do...
Educated parents
Loud mouths and concern tongues...
Fake god
Worship a fake god...
A silhouette stands by the window
She rebels against the light...