This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
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
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
From the day that we met your name has bounced around in my… increasing in volume it’s really loud now but i don’t mind
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...
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
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.
