Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low