(2014)
#Nature #Poetry
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
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 see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
