The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me