1.there are certain moments i want to stop;
to pause so i can live in them;for centuries;till
i am done with them.
i don't want to sigh at my grave and say
"i did not dwell good enough"
2.the thing about poetry is
the first time you read you're like "aargh"
soon you learn to enjoy the muse
but you never feel it
until you stand where the poet stood.
~poetry is complicated
3.i feel stirring in my stomach
;and i feel you
i listen to slow rainy songs
;i think of you
4.i have failed but what i write will not
keep faith in me.
5.never feel lonesome;
i have the moon;the stars ;the wind;
i probably have more friends than you.
6.
here comes april.
depressing
withered flowers,brown leaves,gloomy faces
barren streets.
7.you know what i want
i want to be remembered
people forget to easily
i don't want to be forgotten...
8.
have known so many hearts i could break;ruthless as i am
With a nip of my pen
Edge of my glance
But
Oh! That one
He shatters mine.
9.
Fit those slender, thin fingers in mine.
Let them produce some mellow heat
Will you?