(2014)
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another