(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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
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 see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
