(2015)
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
