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

Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.

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

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

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

Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright

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...

This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…

Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet

In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold

Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.

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

Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!