Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
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
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
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.
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
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…
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…
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
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...
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
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
