(2015)
Proverbs 13:12 'Expectation postponed makes the heart sick'
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look