(2013)
#Death #DecisionLife
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
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
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
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
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 see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer