(2014)
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
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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 wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
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
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 grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
