(2014)
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
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
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
