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
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
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.
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
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...
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
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.
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
