Life is fake...

It is better to write poetry in silence, never to be found, than publish spoiled muck in the hopes of appeasing the tainted populous

The biggest mistake you’ll make is thinking that the biggest mistake you’ll make is making a mistake.

A closed mouth, a clenched fist; it's vile, it reeks!

Love, Life, Art, Religion, Poetry- All these things are subjective. Subjective to our own beautiful minds.

I get this terrible itch. An itch I can only scratch with a pen or a keyboard.