Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
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
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
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.
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
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
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.
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
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?
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!
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
