Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
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...
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
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
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
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!
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
