(2015)
I have psoriasis, a genetic skin condition caused by an accelerated over-active immune system. The skin cells regenerate too fast and they pile up.
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
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
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea