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

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

Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt

I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third

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

Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.

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...

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,

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

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.

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.

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