Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin

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 no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

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

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

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

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