for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking
illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone
a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was
some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”
long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry
squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier
he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites
i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…
it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated
peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
