I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
Mother Nature needed someone to represent her beauty She sprung forth many but yet none was worthy Till a cry was heard on the 7th of March
By Harydo Neon9 years ago in Poets
And so I, in my deepest thoughts, doth think Of the beginning of a lot of thinks and cringe What about the if and if nots
Oh Life..oh life...oh life How badly you have been painted With black colours and greasy paint As beautiful as you are, it's strange
Some guys are addicted to smoking Am addicted to thinking Some guys are even addicted to drinking Am addicted to continue thinking
The truth I must say without the delay My secret must share without spices My actions have all been destined to happen I stare at her from a distance not too far
Is that a lightning or just Zeus playing with his lightening bolt? How can I tell? I am drunk on Noah's grape booze. I am drunk, and all just seems blur
Like a thief in the night, it has arrived This day, this moment, this hour, I am not surprised Maybe I am, but actually hid it pretty good
Life, so short, yet seems like it's taking forever We live life as though we own it and decide it But we fail to neglect life's worst enemy, Time.
Sometimes life isn't all it seems It stages itself as though all it did was blossom No one warned that the blossom bore forth thorns
I stand firm, no minding my surrounding Till this beauty unwittingly draws my attention She has a perfect height and perfect stature
Living, Life, one made out of the other Laughter, Sadness, half-brothers from the same mother Injury, Scars, one heals while the other reminds
The view, shady yet still so clear I tend to see so much that it brings tears The past, future, present connected by a single thread
