(2014)
#SickPoems
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
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
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
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
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion