Infinite: Post dawn of a century obsessive love poetry for dark days and the 20-something depressed
- FALLOUT OF DREAMS
- DIRE WOLF
- PLEASE, FILL MY PRESCRIPTION
- MUTE STATE OF BEING
- FORCED PUZZLE PIECE
- POWERLESS IN PARALYSIS
- ROCKING CHAIR
- WHEN THE MAGGOTS EAT YOUR LOVE AWAY
- GIVE IT UP FOR MY PSYCHE ON THE PIANO
- SMALL TALK
- HEALING TAKES TIME THEY TOLD ME
- BROKEN ALARM CLOCK
- THERE WILL BE DRAGONS
- 5 FINGER AVERAGES
- CRUEL LITTLE WORLD MAKES YOU GO TO WORK AS YOU GET OLDER
- MOVING WITHOUT MAKING A STEP
- 3:38 AM
- THE MORALS OF A KILLING MACHINE
- LOOSE WIRE
- PAPER CROWN
- CLUELESS, BORED AND REPEATEDLY IGNORANT
- LOSING FOCUS
- GETTING CRUSHED BY THE GOOD LIFE
- NOT MUCH SKIN IN THE GAME
- ELEVATOR BOY
- DARK PARADISE
- TUESDAY NIGHT AT THE BAR; STILL NOT A CENT TO MY NAME
- CISTERN REALIZATION
- RED WINE OPPORTUNITY
- IT IS ALWAYS ABOUT GETTING LAID
- LIBERTINE
- A SHORT-MESSAGED CHARADE
- SOULMATE
- ALLEGEDLY THE WHORE OF JESUS
- PUBLIC OPINION (DISTORTED PERCEPTION)
- WRINKLE, SPRINKLE, OLD? WHATEVER YOU SAY…
- SHARP WIT
- TRUTH OR DARE?
- NO FUTURE FOR SALE
- A STORM AGAINST A TREE POSE
- GET A DOG INSTEAD
- SAME OLD EMPTY FEELING
- SHORT LIVED CHEMISTRY
- YOU GOT THAT VOID IN YOUR CHEST, THAT MAKES ME U-LALA
- I AM VULNERABLE TOO
- A CLOWN WITH A 🙂
- THE THIRD NEWTONIAN AXIOM
- PURPOSE
- ON THE SAME LEVEL AS LUNG OR LIVER
- ABOUT BUILDING SPIRIT
- RUSH HOUR
- YOU WOULDN’T BET ON A BLIND GUY IN A FIST FIGHT
- TERRAFORM
- NATURE PREVAILS
- STRANGERS
- PEACOCK FEATHERS GRACE THEIR SHOULDER PLATES
- CHANGE OF PERSPECTIVE
- LIFE IS NOT A QUEST
- CROWD CONTROL
- SAFETY MAKES A SOFTY
- LOVE IS NOT TO BE A BARGAINING CHIP
- NOT IN BED WITH YOUR IDEAS – “BURN THE WITCH!”
- BE MORE OPEN HEARTED
- ALIEN INVADER
- THE JOURNEY IS A 2-STAR, BED-BUG INFESTED DESTINATION
- FOR STYLE AND TWEED JACKETS
- GRATITUDE IS NOT A TOOL IN MY BELT
- PUBLIC ENEMY
- LOVE LIKE CANNIBALS
- THERE IS NO NEW GIRL
- BAR COUNTER ARGUMENT
- BANANA MUSH
- CURSED ITEM IN YOUR POSSESSION
- CHERRY BLOSSOM PRINCESS
- DARK PARADISE PART 2
- BLOODLUST AND INNOCENCE
- A TICKET TO L.A.
3¢ per poem. That’s less than for a pack of gum.
- Post-Romance Indoctrination
- Between You and Me and Tomorrow
- Factory worker
- A preview to my memoirs
- Eidetic Tragedy
- Point Blank Shotgun
- Unnecessary long explanations
- Cryboy
- Heart for sale; never used.
- Pretty Petty-minded
- broken heart blues
- Y-Him, if ME.
- Fighting with god
- I am old
- Road to Sixty-six
- Streams are warm and cold water rides; without those, there goes to die the variations of fish.
- My lady is a warrior
- The freedom to feel miserable
- Dawn’s day fantasy
- Good Intentions
- Doubt
- Incel
- There is no grace in a pig’s life
- Potato goes out to party; bad days lead to better nights
- Walking up is a step, not the whole way, coward
- unanswered
- M
- Homo ego sum
- Desire for detachment
- Insert year here
- The moment they turn
- Don’t drag your dirt over my doorstep
- Into the Frozen Wasteland
- Six seconds of air
- First brick to Utopia
- Nowhere but up.
- Didn’t happen
- A city full of rats
- In before I get called a fag
- Burning fire truck
- Paris Spitball Rain
- Porcelain Eyed Promise
- Darling, it was all just in your head
- 2 books and depression later
- [Poetry] perverts love like pedestrians garble up car crashes
- The problem with today’s writers
- To water reputation
- Sellout
- Fundamentally wrong
- Relative speaking narcism
- Calling yourself food in a herd of cows
- NPC Interaction
- In his likeness (Omnipotence Prime)
- Like the rain forest getting set on fire by the hot sun.
- We are Punk Rock
- Alongside for the time being
- No pity to pay
- The loony bin
- it is you, who considers you not good enough
- Crab people; where men are coming from.
- Change-resistant
- American Absurdist
- Coming to terms with the voice
- Secrets
- Circle
- Random Erection
- I am sorry
- Kale Diet
- Watchdogs
- It kills, but doesn’t kill me off
- Never send, for the better
- photosynthesis
- You will be fine
- Mother’s puppet moved by harmony
- Backpressure
- Three Lions and a field of golden violets on a white flag (Succession war)
- Because my optimist is a screaming bastard