(2014)
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
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
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
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
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo