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

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

There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

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

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

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

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

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

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