Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin

I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me

You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

The pen must be
 mightier than the sword
 For there is nothing that
 will spill your guts faster
 than a bit of ink that says


If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest