(2014)
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
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
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
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
