(2015)
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay