Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin

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

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

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

If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

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 know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas