Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
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…
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
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
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...
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
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
