(2015)
Dedicated to my sister and our late night talks when this became my catchphrase.
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
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
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times