(2015)
Props to my Dad on this one. Drink water everybody!
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
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