is full of nonsense:

summing up my parts,
contradiction is the quotient
and the remainder is a hole
I fail to fill

my thoughts don’t add up;
questions make fractions
that multiply themselves
of their own will

regret is the exponent
when decision is the base
and even the best results
are some digits out of place

Your head,
A taxing mess,
An echo of 100 voices screaming frantically,
In a burning stadium,
It’ll dispatch you an invoice made of invincible paper,
Of sleep and appetite,
Of scruffily chewed nail tips.
Your dog will be okay,
It’s an inflammatory bump,
Your plant hasn’t died,
The green it shows now has not been accounted yet,
Even by the computers,
The curve is not so steep,
That poem,
Not so shoddy,
Stop swelling illusory bridges with concrete,
Your head is resting on a very thin sheet of ice,
Stop jostling,
Or you will drown

Incomplete beauty –
a photograph of a wave –
shadow memory.

She has grown
weary of empty
trusts,
Shallow promises
and broken
dreams.
So she break
other's trusts
and played each
of those who
comes next

-HIY

You thought that
she would grow
wings and save
herself,
She just grew
some roots and
stood for
herself.

-HIY

How could the
princess run from
the dragon,
When she's the
dragon herself.

-HIY