(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 :)
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work