(2014)
#Hate #Love #Poetry
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
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
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back