(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 :)
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
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