Biography of Slick Sorathiya
I write most of my poems when I'm drunk lol. I haven't written a poem in ages because I believe the heart it takes to write poems is not there anymore.
So do read, comment and rate my poem, That'll be appreciated.
Slick Sorathiya Poems
I Have No Idea, You Tell Me!
I searched for you everyday I knew how to get to you But I was trying to find another way
Broke, Empty And Un-Heard Of
Broke, empty and un-heard of tired of waking up in debt tired of eating a rotten apple. Money, doe or wateva you call it
Instead if that soft light so soft and ambient You shone violently crisp sharp and
Life can be sweet a ripe fruit grown Naturally that feeling of being Incomplete describes my current situation Perfectly
My Sad Life
My Sad Life Waiting The Heart...fading The Soul crying loud..
Taken. for always Broken Pulled away by my own conscience Knowing that I can Give And Knowing that I can never take.
Forgotten me Truly erased Once upon a time you loved me Now I'm a distant Memory
Six pm. Still no call I sit here waiting Not budging Not Eating
Life can be sweet
a ripe fruit grown Naturally
that feeling of being Incomplete
describes my current situation Perfectly
Mouth full of words
eager to come out
your so Distant
I cannot Shout