(2013)
#HeartacheLife #Love
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
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows