(2014)
#Death #Life #Seasons
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
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
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again