Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
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
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…
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
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...
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
