Blades fall from heaven Nowhere to run Dry, dust, fire— They cut your brain Death by a thousand,
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.
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
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…
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
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
soak me in your atmosphere till all my stains disappear let me drown in your euphoria
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
Is that a glance I see? I shall correct my behavior Although I am uncertain what Wrong I’m doing. Perhaps, they are so unlike me
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
