(2014)
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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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
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
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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 say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
