(2014)
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Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated