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
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
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
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
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...
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.
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
