(2014)
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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 wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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
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’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
