Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
I have that swipe keyboard on my phone where I draw a line between the letters to write the w… Sometimes, it mistakes the word
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
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…
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
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...
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.
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
