Poems from hydram
my heart
bleeds,
and the
inked words
are red.
there's more
to what i write
than what's
said.
within
each letter,
there's a delay...
and i walk on this rope of imagination,
knowing in any moment, i could fall into the mayhem.
and if my balance on this thread could no...
why are roses given to pretty girls?
i would like a daisy from the world,
to be assured that i didn’t dissolve
into the chaos of sad songs...
let the fire burn.
accept the fact you’re drowning.
i know it’ll hurt.
accept the fact you’ve no control.
try and master the art of...
and we sing to the chaos of this quiet,
while the others take the silence too seriously.
and we jump all around the town folks,
shouting...