(2014)
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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
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 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
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
