(2014)
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
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
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
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
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
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
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
