I lost the pen which had the ink with dreams
So I then searched for it within my hair...
Some people are selfish,
They want you to listen to them...
To fall asleep in the bed of your arms,
with your chest pillowing my dreams...
To awake one day and be
Like a corpse walking in empty streets...
I wanna be a cloud in a desert
so that when I become mad...
Tomorrow a flower grows
in fields of sorrow, fed by shadows of an Oak...
hello, my friend, how have you been?
since you’ve been gone, this site is quiet...
You never wrote a sonnet on that thread
nor have you posted one in your account...
To know the truth
it's as if not knowing it at all...
To live is to breathe
as to breathe is to inhale then to exhale...
They think poetry should scream
like a lost soul begging for mercy...
never again will i feel this pain
I said...