(2014)
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown