Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
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
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
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...
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
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
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
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…
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
