(2014)
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
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
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
