(2014)
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
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
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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 poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
