(2014)
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
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
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
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
