(2014)
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 words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
