(2014)
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
