(2014)
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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 know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
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
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
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
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
