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…
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
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.
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
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…
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
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
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
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
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...
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
