(2014)
#Death #Life #Poetry #Writing
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like