(2014)
#Life #LonelinessLoss #Love
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
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
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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
