(2014)
#Harm #Life #Pain #Poetry
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
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’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
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
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all