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.

Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt

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!

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.

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.

Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you

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

Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright

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...

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