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...
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
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
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…
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 have that swipe keyboard on my phone where I draw a line between the letters to write the w… Sometimes, it mistakes the word
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…
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
