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

If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

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

You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did

I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer

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

Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another

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

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

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 

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

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

I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows

The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight

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