(2013)
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
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 feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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
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
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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
