(2014)
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 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
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
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 see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
