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

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

Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!

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

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

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

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

Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.

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

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

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.