Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
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
I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
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…
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
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
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
