I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

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

Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time

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

If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

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

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back