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
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
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
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
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
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
