The original title is "A [th]ong of ice and fire", wherein [th] represents the thorn character, which this website rejects.
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
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
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
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
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…
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,
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
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.
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you