(2014)
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The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Is there anyone worse than a denti… A dental surgeon I think as I sit alone Battling my nerves As I listen to the patient next d…
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack