Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
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.
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
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
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
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
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…
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...
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
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
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
