(2014)
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant