In a moment of dereliction and total lonliness I’m surrounded by people yet sapped in a holiness, not of spiritual zombies but with an...

Is a penis evil? I mean, how can it be? But it holds control and power over me. What if we remove the tip with a small baby-laid...

How lonely must you be to become friendly with a pen and paper? Your recollections recant a scantly sowed memory. It takes time to freeze...

Pump the accelerator pedal push tha’ brakes. Tap it touch it timid dim lit eddy trickle rip a dribble lick a thistle whistle while you...

For this moment let’s feel good. Give some gratitude whether or not you should. Look at sunlight reflect today, or a light bulb that...

What could be if bees might leave taste honey believe, conceive The pod of fruits which we might sample astutely measured grants us ample...

Hi, I’m Andrew But I go by TweakUnique I loooove spreading smiles from cheek to cheek Daylight moves us as morning passes We all get up...

I feel like texting poems like how I guess you sext the potential friend on the screen… You can see what’s next: My companion:...

I’ve long had dreams of peace in prosperity; such a pleasant prospect: ideal clarity You’d care for me like I care for you pleasant waves...

I wish I could be everything you need take your problems press delete but I must backspace and back track double click on a well sought...

In solemn death I do suppose Nothing’s open, nor is closed. But all’s eternal; everlasting pretense future; it’s the last thing you...

Superpositions in altered conditions are the altar of the modern thinker. New distinctions, distinct ions, pry in pry on. If the...

I saw a red leaf updrift in clouds of poofy snow cascading all directions It got caught on a branch in the unlikeliest of connections It...

My life is very easy but predictably hard I trudge through acidic purpose despite my many scars The burns are reminders with scabs at...

Separate humans who learn from dismay. I’m sad as I strive: tell myself it’s okay. Half-lifes dwindle delerium decay the mental pathways...

I’m a smith with a pen, yet I now use my thumb – riffing through couplets, some smart all are dumb. If that statement leaves you frazzled...

Keys on digits till fingers rigid broken bent crooked stiff mind to grind ear to slime beer to grime weed to line anotha one anatha won...

This story I shall write tonight Will be 40 lines and just right Number 3 starts here, you see? Dumby honey-gumpy bumble bee Like myself...

The pimple is popped The booger is gone you’re free to breath and sing your song You pulled the trigger …such throw up and slop lighter...

I’m not bitter, this batter’s much too complex. It’s somewhat obnoxious that page breaks are gone. Easy to break my focus with...