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.
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
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
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
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…
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
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...
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…
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
