(2014)
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 wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
