My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
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
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
