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.
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…
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
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
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...
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
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
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold