(2013)
#DeathLife
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
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
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
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from