(2013)
#Days #LifeWeeks
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
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
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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
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
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
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
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we