Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
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
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…
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
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…
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
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.
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
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.
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
