Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright

Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.

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 can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.

Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically

The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,

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

I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!

Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.

This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…

Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet

Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you