(2014)
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
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
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
