A portrait
(2014)
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
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
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
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
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters