(2014)
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation