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 believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
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.
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
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
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
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.
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…
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
