I swallow the dynamite and light the flame.
I smoke, I explode.
I never think of tomorrow.
My body cannot hold the things that my brain wants to do.
I will soon go mad with desires and thoughts. Mad with wild rage. Mad with overflowing thoughts pouring into paper. Mad with pen and ink.
Mad that people do not understand.
They have lives planned. Of kids, of husband, of wife. Of house and people.
I want nothing but ink, paper, the road and that ocean.
YOU ARE READING
Him, The Galaxy and The Darkness
PoetryThis is my poetry/ventings/stuff My poetry is basically inspired by many things, such as songs and feelings and dreams but mainly about my ex-lover... Every thought is about him. So... This is for my lover. I love you.
