(2014)
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?