(2014)
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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
