My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
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