Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
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
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
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
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
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,
