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

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

Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright

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

Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.