(2014)
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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
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
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
