(2013)
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face