Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
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
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
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
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…
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
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…
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
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.
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