(2013)
#Death #Life #Love
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
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
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
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
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 wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me