(2013)
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
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
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 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
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 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
