A paper has been filled missing by the image office.
The author has been investigated and he has been seen with the shredder.
There are certain values do keep,
This crept in as a new Monday’s revelation
while I took in a 3 hour sketching perforation,
Do bring in the swollen inflammation.
Y is the love of the letter, yet Z doesn’t given
any of this insane quatrain of lines
will not even pertain on a single note.
Aah the dawn beckons.
While I wait for a loving embrace of rain.
. . Is it just when the ice does melt; whereas the fire fire do melt
my tempered attitude willingly deny the truth when your fact is an act
But you will never admit your mistakes because you still make your egocentric self-defense as,
use it well let’s see,
I was any Soundwave whom never spoke.
I am not your Decepticon.
When can u speak a truth,
When its full of topical and cosmetically applied over the bed of miscontrued lies over lies.
Yet a simple speak of the white but never too black of a color that do shades a bed when all was done never said.
An image of an illusion that cannot be seen by the hand, does my eye covet of all lies never any of the fact of life that leeches and never dries
ng aking tsinelas.
Sobrang super pa at napako pa ang kalyo ko.
Syeteng buhay pa,
na diko alam kung pano hugasan.
Pero in a way,
Kasi if not,
I can try na malinisan naman.
Knowing how to make things work para naman,
I can be with or without tsinelas.
I can always try na linisan ang aking paa,
In any case, I can go just like so,
I will not go in that smuck ridden turds of farmer Giles’
shrooms that is so ever enticing and so warm under my tongue.
Rohan me a gap,
where all mine were Moira’s.
Why Mordor all that which has no Shire,
only which a precious one ring,
Why do I always Lewis that Tolkein,
If it weren’t for your essay on Fangorn,
I’d be running a long like rabbit out of Mirkwood
into that night,
where Alice would at least drink a cup of alcohol tea,
and loving one to two hoopla of my Lewis into all these.
Respect ran away from me.
It said my brutal honesty was doing nothing,
but fucking it at him and not the way it wanted.
Loyalty kept its distance away from me.
all of my honest living is making her poor.
couldn’t get a benz out of it.
Yet there was an ugliest of all ugly.
That was and still kept me,
Hope never really realized
that no matter how it got worst
and got to a blackest stain and
never came out.
So me and Hope,
will make our love stand.
In the face of all,
there is. . .
there were . . .
there are . . .
and that is meant to be.
The ink ran
A pen moved
Why did the stylus broke apart
when the user can not seen to seen,
Opened and broken and not stolen,
yet its contents have nothing but its own tears
from just this year.