(2015)
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I