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
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.
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
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
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
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
Listen closely to this, mine beati… Thumping with passion, imagination… My longing onto you it does impart In the tuned key of deep adoration… This rhythm of love, it came nary…
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
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...
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
