(2013)
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
