(2014)
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
