at bedtime
my eyelids...
Are the trees just acting out their loneliness,
their separation from the fire...
It is everywhere
though we must dig deep inside...
I lack the concentration
to transfer the information...
How much hating them,
would impale us to turn...
You're incurable
because you are the very...
one night
it dawn on me...
A poem is the
iteration of every...
Love so young and new
Passionate, fervent at start...
Whatever we decide and do
forever would change and alter the world...
To camouflage their
smeared hands they deliquesce in...
some days is as if
i were an airplane being piloted by God knows what...