(2014)
#Harm #Life #Pain #Poetry
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you