(2014)
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
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
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished