(2013)
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I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
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
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
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 don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant