(2014)
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
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 have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
