(2014)
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
