(2013)
#Poetry #WitWriting
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
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 thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
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
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
