Autumn, par Nicholas Ryan Sampson

Autumn

Autumn sneaks in

preceding dormancy

Leaves take on new beauty

with nothing left in them but a fall from grace

Individually insignificant

while masses burden

The colors give the illusion of burning out

but we really just fade away

(2012)

#Autumn #DeathLife

Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like

Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes

I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

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

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

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 don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back

I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response

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

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

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

I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well

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 feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting