Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
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
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
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
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
