(2015)
Proverbs 13:12 'Expectation postponed makes the heart sick'
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses