(2015)
We are all searching for our identity, and that identity can change. But everyone seems to think that they are groundbreaking mavericks marching to their own tune, and humanity repeats itself all over. We are all philosophers :)
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
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 cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…