(2014)
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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 awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
