(2013)
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
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 don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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
