C'est en attendant Godot A l'arrêt du bus Comme il a déjà été fait (Ou tout près) Mais au différent qu'aujourd'hui Il y a une petite neige Mais on attend quand même Ou le bus Ou les surprises de la vie Ou le moment du dernier soupir.
I fight to survive certain people in my family because they cause my anger to explode and sometimes you want to kill them but consequences are to high for me so you write poetry to get rid of this anger inside your soul which is causing you pain and yes I know they are family but sometimes family get on your nerves So live life to the fullest and the Hell with the rest
It's a dark night and I'm hanging in air. Like an eagle being still anticipating a kill. But this monster named fear has his claws sunk into my back. I need to break them off it will turn my spirit black. It's time to move my wings. Shred into a flaming phoenix to melt its claws. Time to glide around mountains and light up this onyx black sky. Time to breath in pure fresh air. I don't want this feeling to die. I look ahead and see flashes of silver lightning waiting for me. Time to challenge myself again ...
dead of night draws near and he suffers inside the silence the stillness of the land loam looming encrypting upon his hand bare as his glance a mirror mulling of a past eyed foreseeing a fertile future as she comes
he pauses in the mist of maturation of the trees his forest blind bent to the cue of man braved he braves the hidden blue and breathes her scent