(2015)
For my beautiful nieces and nephews, who of course are the funnest kids in the whole wide world.
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I