(2015)
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…
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace