I fell in love with a retard in my neighborhood. She was unique, gentle and pure. Society said her mind wasn’t right but in her eyes I could see a perfect woman and with her touch she sent me to heaven. She was an angel with no wings a genius with no invention; I believed all her babbles for even though they made no sense … Continue reading Crazy in love
Poetry is you Poetry is me Poetry’s the hue our mind’s eyes see. Poetry is abstract as much as it attracts your sense of reading to the poet’s ideas written. Poetry’s the child of brains run wild Poetry is anything that conjures words to meaning. Poetry is wings fly away at will explore horizons reach Infinity and beyond. Poetry is you Poetry is me Poetry’s … Continue reading Poetry is…
Lord Emmanuel 