Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.

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

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

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

Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically

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

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...

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

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

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.

Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt

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