(2013)
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
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
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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