(2014)
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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 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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
