(2015)
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
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
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
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