Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
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
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,
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
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.
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
