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…
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 words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
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.
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
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
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...
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
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
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
