(2014)
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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 pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
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
