(2014)
#SickPoems
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
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
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly