If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times