(2014)
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 see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
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
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 don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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
