(2014)
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
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
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
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 have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
