Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

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 know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

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