Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
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
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
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…
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
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
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
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...
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
