(2014)
#Writing
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
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
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
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go