The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,

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.

I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third

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

Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you

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

Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,

Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.

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

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

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.