I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
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
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
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.
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
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
Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.
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.
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright