Poetry, par Laura Alaniz

Poetry

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

You have to grab me

Rhyming will only make it worse

You won’t catch me with just flow

(2015)

The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose

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

Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled

I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile

When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle

Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger

We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds

How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman

Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés

Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete

I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread

Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion

I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation

Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best

A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear