(2013)
#Death #DecisionLife
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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
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
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 pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again