(2014)
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
