Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!

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.

Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.

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

Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet

The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,

Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.

I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third

Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.

This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…

Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt

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

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