Poems from DylanOrsh
To us, new is always better than old.
We are the ones scribbling fast in our notebooks,
forcing the past onto paper
and the future into the...
i.
I pick my head up from the board
where it had lain down to rest my eyes
and my ears start playing pop songs.
no silence is allowed from...
I'm not one for cramped spaces.
Four walls and a floor feel more
like a handicap than a home,
but if touch is still a sense,
and my fingers...