(2015)
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done