(2013)
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
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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 see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
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
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
