(2015)
We are all searching for our identity, and that identity can change. But everyone seems to think that they are groundbreaking mavericks marching to their own tune, and humanity repeats itself all over. We are all philosophers :)
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
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
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump