Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
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
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
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...
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…
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.
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
