A handshake now feels wrong, just like a baker’s son, eating at Greggs. People hugging each other… you might as well peg. You’re so close to me, it’s making me anxious. Sprewing your germs over me, like a blank canvas. Is this who I am now? Some...
I wander thro’ each charter’d street,Near where the charter’d Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meetMarks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man,In every Infants cry of fear,In every voice: in every ban,The mind-forg’d...
Earth has not any thing to show more fair:Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in its majesty:This City now doth, like a garment, wearThe beauty of the morning; silent, bare,Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples...
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a red wheelbarrow
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Featured in Episode 10 – IT’S FAMILY!
One by one my queer peersSuccumb to your seductive call Your promises, your liesWhisper sweetly at our earsYou say come one and allCome and be free And I see them perish one after anotherI too fall captive of your beautiful promise Come, there is no...
If our eyes couldSee souls andNot bodiesI wonder whatOur reaction wouldBe like?Would humanityFinally believe inThe term “religion”? If our eyes couldSee souls and not bodiesWe would never be lonely.Some may even beTormented and go crazy. If our eyes...
I point it at my Quiet Self—this gun—that’s also Me.The barrel be but just my mouth—that says, “Humanity.” And what I speak—I can’t take back—this Power—Truth—or Lie.My Quiet Self—forever gone—within Another’s Eye— Featured in Episode 9 – I hate the...
S – Smothering. They are not a queen for you to serve. I – Intent to win. You cannot win every bet. You cannot force her to fold. M – Melodramatic. Don’t be fooled by thinking you can win the grand prize. P – Persistent. Don’t keep betting when...
What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me thro’,Instead of this heart of stone ice-cold whatever I do;Hard and cold and small, of all the hearts worst of all. What would I give for words, if only words would come;But now in its misery my...
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion...