A kitty in hand is worth four wings in the sky!

Who can be sadder than
an unfinished poem?

My dreams are so half-baked,
Somebody put a timer on them
And serve them hot to me.

Even Mama Earth has weak spots..
She can't chew green everytime!

*If you see one, drop a bucket of KFC

Her body spoke of him.
His mind spoke of her.

Their hearts didn't speak to each other.

The first poet of 10000 B.C.
couldn't make beauty with blood.
And the first poem appeared on shaky lips...
Phew! Gladly not on the darkest of walls.

The longest hug is the warmest.

Oh God!
We **** love in the name of religion.

It is incredibly incredible,
mysteriously mysterious,
mindlessly unmindful,
that a brain smaller than a drop of rain
is  venomously so venomous.

You are two souls living in one body.

I want my last laugh
to be my last breath.

She once locked horns with the devil.
Now she has one on each side.

If we make our monsters live all by themselves,
they'll find a way to be under our skin again.

After all our monsters
are all ours to feed.

Read a story.
Re-read its characters.
Words may outweigh.
So I shall rate them with stars.

Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!
You pretentiousness!
If I write my story,
will it be worth a read?

I 've signed out.
But the stars are still unblinking
and still waiting.

*New to Goodreads.com

Only at  Hellopoetry,
The heart counts hearts

I am no longer on Facebook,
I've stopped being friends with Me.

if stars were to freckle the day,
if streams were to dance in the deserts,
if dreams were to sink before sleep,
I would colour the moon pink..

You
are
looking
at the
the first
characters
of
my
struggle.
Are you still looking through?