(2014)
#SickPoems
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important