in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…
for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
i am my own ghost i am haunted
when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
my knee is there if i need to bend my leg my knee is not there for me to beg if you place an empty plate in fro…
there was a mouse that dreamed of being a wolf every feral feline throughout the… would quiver at the mention of him his mere howl at the moon
panic is my dance partner and
splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh
