(2014)
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
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
