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
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
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…
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
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.
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
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
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.
