(2015)
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters