| citrus-flavored pterosaur | |
| mango smoothie type of day | |
| swamp creature destined for greater things | |
| melodies for rotting corpses | |
| what less could i say | |
| I SHUDDER WHEN I THINK I MIGHT NOT BE HERE | |
| FOREVER - FOREVER - FOREVER | |
| a roomba for the ages! | |
| bullet through parchment | |
| ii. a smile better suits a hero | |
| a passion welling within | |
| nineteen spades, endless reflections | |
| all it did was burn a little | |
| addicted to the panic | |
| i've got my teeth in you | |
| thousands of flowers constantly blooming | |
| ink-tipped wings of evening skies | |
| the king of the ends | |
| a clear contract has been breached | |
| simply a boring pedestrian | |
| where were you three days ago | |
| within the settlement where time rules | |
| iii. danger lives and danger breathes | |
| i lift my eyes and all is born again | |
| often moments away from snapping | |
| hollowing out a hunger | |
| iv. i can say i wanted it more than you did | |
| iii. ordering a parrot to go | |
| iii. you weren't there to hear it | |
| iii. i swallowed a star | |
| iii. emotion scrapbook | |
| ii. i love my pink scarf | |
| i'll only say it to you once | |
| all mortality is relative | |
| pining for a life you never had the chance at | |
| held together by ungratefulness | |
| at least i laugh at my own jokes | |
| that really orients my objects | |
| today i dreamed about the sea | |
| breaking moons open for you | |
| all castles crumble someday | |
| NOT DEAD YET | |
| a dream wearing flesh | |
| i hear the sirens closing in | |
| what lived and died between us haunts me | |
| tiger-pacing-in-it's-enclosure type of day | |
| on seas and continents and islands | |
| a gem better left unshapen | |
| melt stone into honey | |
| i hope you fall apart when you think of me | |