(2014)
#Dark #DepressionLife
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
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 see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
