(2014)
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
