They can't feel me and they don't know me.
They allure and detract but only slightly...

There’s creation in the distance separating...
The cremation of malignance and a tender fear of...

Shores are not always serene,
Clouds are not ever-peaceful...

The unorthodox
Plier can a be shadow...

Just before you read, the only part of this that...
lemme know how that works out...

Senility inches down a stapled tongue,
iron, incarnadine, affluent and young...

Soft hands, sharp wits,
hearts of lions...

I don't believe in whispers, space or time
life is a lie but it's euporic and deep...

Seeds dive deep in sun-dried daydreams,
wizened, dried and decried, so it seems...

Split apart from the start,
supercilious and super serious...

I forget how sweet you are until I let you in. A...
I wanted to talk to you but don’t know that...

All the haunting hurts less
when I know where you are...