(2014)
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
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 have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
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’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
