(2014)
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
