(2013)
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 something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
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 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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
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
