(2013)
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Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
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
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
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
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark