(2014)
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
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
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
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
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
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
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Is there anyone worse than a denti… A dental surgeon I think as I sit alone Battling my nerves As I listen to the patient next d…