(2014)
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
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
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
