(2014)
#Memories
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile