Little

Fun fact: I have been referred to as "a cub" cuz I never look my age (forever young). The poem suggests I never act my age either and I would concur...

Ah, The Great Depression!

Ahh ye great joy of depression!

Fingertips

If only fingers were used for healing...

Nothing

Your love is a supermassive black hole

Space

Nothingness am I

Homeless

Where do I put the love?

Fog

They care not while I rot.

Death

Possible trigger warning. Depression and suicide is the subject. Be warned. Including original digi art of myself.

Haunting

He is everywhere inside me. A micropoem about confusion and worry. And a little bit of love.

Debris

I am a wasteland

SOS

I sent out an S.O.S. I tried my best I failed the test Lay me to rest

Invisibility

A POEM. About losing things you never win for placing wrong bets WITH PEOPLE and love.

Just a Number

a poem about being a number to him and to everyone

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