(2014)
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
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
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
