Autumn, par Nicholas Ryan Sampson

Autumn

Autumn sneaks in

preceding dormancy

Leaves take on new beauty

with nothing left in them but a fall from grace

Individually insignificant

while masses burden

The colors give the illusion of burning out

but we really just fade away

(2012)

#Autumn #DeathLife

I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well

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

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

Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another

I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting

To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas

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 

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

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

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

There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious

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

My heart was paper  now folded six times over  to make it harder  to tear  I only hope that 

There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze

I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer