Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.

The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,

In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold

I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third

Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you

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...

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.

Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!

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

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

Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt

I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!