Aziz Luther : Writing

Fever High

Fever High

A Poem by Aziz Luther


Just a lil prose with so much passion and a few stints of madness. Written in the heat of the moment.
Hollow Veins Of Death

Hollow Veins Of Death

A Poem by Aziz Luther


If you can get thru the language you'll find that this is a very personal poem. It's for a friend, I'd like your input before I send to him as a lette..
Where We Are Right Now

Where We Are Right Now

A Poem by Aziz Luther


In the end when love dies
Love as a Foreign Language

Love as a Foreign Language

A Poem by Aziz Luther


what the family dreams of you becoming in the future and making sure you don't stray what does the heart have to say about that?
What They Had Said About Love

What They Had Said About Love

A Poem by Aziz Luther


of lovers regrets, love is a ***** deepending on how you see it :)
The Beauty That Was

The Beauty That Was

A Poem by Aziz Luther


A friend here but lost
Uproar of the Tamed Wild

Uproar of the Tamed Wild

A Poem by Aziz Luther


When one finally blows, after constant being pushed
The Silent Ones

The Silent Ones

A Poem by Aziz Luther


I wrote this poem on a piece of paper a while back and as I went thru my stuff found it thought I'd post it. Whatcha think. Life as a writer