Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
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…
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
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.
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
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…
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?
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
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...
