Updated: Feb 8, 2022
The super volcano erupts
and
kills everyone.
I’ll miss you
and
I’ll miss your dog.
The earth was a better place
with you two in it.
Now it just a spinning rock,
with me
and
my laptop on it.
The volcano spared me,
so I could write the tales of your beauty.
The only problem is,
no one is around to read them...
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
