Michael .k. Ruffy
Biography of Michael .k. Ruffy
I am a university student still in the process of learning my world. Discovered i could write at my young age but made no impact out of it.but now its overpowering me.i would want to be journalist by profession.
My writtings comes out of self motivation and sometimes motivation from other people.
Enjoy reading them and if you like them contact me and we will share more for i still have got alot to learn.
Michael .k. Ruffy's Works:
Written two books but non published for now
Michael .k. Ruffy Poems
>Life as much as we know it >Is like a wondrous walk in the street >Long dark and empty indeed >Where we live one life per day
Friend Or Fiend
The pain burns my heart Pretense truly does hurt They say they are my friends But they are just my fiends.
It's driving nuts It seems its better Not to be loved Especially by them
Feeling of pain Feeling of hopelessness But for the reasons why I have none
Them Nice Things
They always say the nice things Them tell me to have nice dreams But all I wanna do is run Run from the dreams of the past
Quid Pro Quos
The wind blew through her hair The rain running through the air Then out of the blues "Here miss, have this"
I Miss You
Hearts are hollow Like grass in the willow Thoughts fly through In remembrance of you.
I can hear the phone. The same old ringtone. It beeps and vibrates amd lots of things. I hear you weeping.
A very hardworking girl. Everybody sang of her goodness. On everybody's lips were her praises. The wise men once said.
I Can See
I can see as I peep throug the sky. Down to the people gathered. All in the name of paying last respects. To the life briefly lived.
I have a message for you A message of wondrous love That brings joy to the heart A message of traitorous love
Inside is what it is in me Besides it is what it would be But it would not be anything If it were not for the tight string
Inside is what it is in me
Besides it is what it would be
But it would not be anything
If it were not for the tight string
Yet it grows weak by every slice
And inside i need justice.
To many it is a favour
And others it is a saviour