(2014)
#Life #LossLove
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting