(2014)
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
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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
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
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
