(2014)
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
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
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
