(2014)
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
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 wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
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
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
