(2014)
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
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
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 poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
