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.
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
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
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 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
Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
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...
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
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
