(2013)
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
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
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
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin