Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s

Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man

Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado

My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time

A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music

My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray

Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up

May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important

A joke Lost in Translation You will Never