(2015)
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
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
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
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
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
