(2014)
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
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
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
