Aceontheroad

There is a lot of poetry In me That dies everyday With your memory With the scent of your deception But that's alright Everyone deceives Them lie underneath Them lie…

I try to race sunsets With my cigarettes I never win It goes down too fast Maybe, that's what she said? Sorry, I am trying to keep up With my keeping up Afloat in a dream…

One night, I found a pocket full of ganja, literally, in an old pair Of travel-a- longs, I had left them behind, but they still brought me gifts, it's funny how our past and…

something beautiful will come out of every journey, even the one you took beyond the pine of your own reverie, so look out the window, immerse your dreams in the passage of…

she said that she felt sad, I asked her why? She said - Because we only existed as numbers And I knew how much she hated math, especially when it was in morning news she…

It's 4:28 on the clock in the morning, I am on the verge of finishing my last cigarette as I take a seat in the balcony of my mates bunglow. It's raining outside, and my bed is…

She chose to settle, I chose to leave, always leave, and that was that, no road was right, but my road was left, that's the thing about people like me, our noses are…

I often found myself alone with my mind, In beautiful places; especially in beautiful places, We would often talk, But in silence of the sunsets, A few blows to the knee cap…

Hello Friend, I have been procrastinating writing this since almost two weeks now. I have been lost in the hue of Murphy's shadow. You know Murphy? He got a law named after…