(2014)
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
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
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me