(2013)
#Life #Love #Poetry
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
