(2014)
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
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
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
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
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect