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...
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.
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
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.
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
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…
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
