(2014)
#Nature #Poetry
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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
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
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love