(2014)
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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 something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
