Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

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 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’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

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

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

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

The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking