(2014)
#Life #Meaning #Nothing
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
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
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight