Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
Listen closely to this, mine beati… Thumping with passion, imagination… My longing onto you it does impart In the tuned key of deep adoration… This rhythm of love, it came nary…
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
Yet I use it all the time. The weather? Check my phone. The time? Check my phone. Calendar? Check my phone. How many people died today? Check my phone. It’s so exhausting. Everything ha...
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
