(2014)
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
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
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated