(2014)
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
