(2013)
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
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
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we