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…
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
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
Blades fall from heaven Nowhere to run Dry, dust, fire— They cut your brain Death by a thousand,
soak me in your atmosphere till all my stains disappear let me drown in your euphoria
Is that a glance I see? I shall correct my behavior Although I am uncertain what Wrong I’m doing. Perhaps, they are so unlike me
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
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
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
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.
