(2014)
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
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
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do