(2014)
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
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…
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack