(2013)
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
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
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another