Listed in alphabetical order:
a question and a question and a question
and we’re all just entertainers
another story written in verse
being bipolar is an extreme sport
come out come out wherever you are
I Bet Your Mother Be Would Be Proud of You.
i don’t know if I’m drunk or the song is fast forwarding
i don’t know if this makes sense
i don’t know what to title this again
is this the part where i apologize?
it’s raining and i’m here thinking
it’s 11:somethingP.M. and i wrote a thing
looking at humans on my train ride
my love poems are ghost stories
on being absent and other things
The Black Hole in The Universe
this is a poem of how i break my own heart
this piece comes with no ending
untitled; a teaser from the book i’m writing