If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

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

If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

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

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

I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin