(2015)
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
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
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
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…
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road