Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
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...
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
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
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…
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.
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
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…
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
