(2015)
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
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
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
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
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
