Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
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
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
