Poets Reach for the Heart
Never, never, never Ask me what I write means I don't give the meaning I present a skeleton thought Which you dress up And identify with...
TO EMMA WRITES
Never, never, never Ask me what I write means I don't give the meaning I present a skeleton thought Which you dress up And identify with...
Galloping in the wind A tall stallion His hooves tearing the ground My thoughts caught between them As he unearths them from the dirt...
I'm standing on top of a dam Ready to break through Are you coming? I'm not sure Maybe I will just let The water wash me over
Noise Cancelled Hey Hey You? I am Maybe Am I? Think so Are you? I don't know
Do they think about me when I'm not there? My friends The sky o'er their heads What do they think about me? If I say this or that Would...
She is pretty, I get it So you talk to me And we are friends But one thing you remind me Is that there is no way, You can love me like...
Pretty golden Flowers Flakes Girls Dance in the wind I'm too heavy Maybe A diamond Or something ugly Unable to fly
When a third enters the two Who will gravitate towards me? Will we get our moments In two As before Or should I say goodbye to that?
In an endless abyss I float Under my back, my belly up A deep-sea of Insecurities Did he decide that she is More worth his time? And I'm...
If you read a poem It's like looking at the poet In the eye Dead In centre Her every thought, feeling You can see On paper And that is...
“This is it.” You stopped your horse at the edge of a wooden bridge. “This?” John pulled Old Boy’s reins. “Coach will be comin’ this...
Arthur came home sooner than he used to in late afternoon instead of close to midnight. He looked ragged, tired and… sick as he rode to...
The sun dawned on the five immense ships in the ports of Cádiz, painting their sails red and orange. It couldn’t have been a more perfect...
“What should I get for lunch?” You asked the crew after a successful session with the animus. Discovering Ezio’s legacy was tiring for...
Arno looked at the column of smoke from the far distance with pure curiosity. He was running on a narrow rooftop when he stopped in his...
Arno was fast. Probably one of the fastest assassin in the french creed. But he was also reckless, pushing his luck with bigger and...
“Kill him.” “What?” “Kill him.” Pointing at the kneeling half-dead man you glared at Arno. The narrow alley was a perfect choice, nobody...