(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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
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
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
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
