(2013)
#Life #Love #Poetry
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me