I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
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.
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…
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
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
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
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…
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
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...