Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
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
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
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
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
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…
Is there anyone worse than a denti… A dental surgeon I think as I sit alone Battling my nerves As I listen to the patient next d…
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?