(2014)
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
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
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
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 grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
