(2014)
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
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
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
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
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 see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
