Famous

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.

Vincent van Gogh was born in 1853, in the Netherlands, and died in France on July 29, 1890, at the age of 37, still young. He was a very prolific artist, as he produced around 2,400 works, including drawings and paintings. He made at least 43 self-portraits, among which is…

Everyone feels the weight of life Seek the interval of this line Couldn’t find it. Issues in the queue Each one of them is a light out of the tunnel Head spinning around itself. Trying to figure out the way out of this. Held tons of things to myself. Come up with a bright and strong light. Saw the things turn up and downs in the line. Used to serve the bright side. Give the reason to go and go over again

A poem about early stardom. And how the shortcut to fame ain’t really that lucrative in the long run. Especially Teens making deals with an elect supremacy aka the establishment. Those innocent lives turned into cold profiles Created from the root of an evil mind Vultures with smirks on all of their…

Many of my clients come to me because they find it hard to focus. To stay on track. To get out of the grips of procrastination. They wake up literally with a thousand choices, options, ideas, projects, clients, team members, and it can be very easy to shut down. No…