Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
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
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
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
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.
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
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
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…
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
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…
