Poetry Book

Material girl
More bags, more shoes, more clothes please
Ranging in color
Out of style out the door
Hungry children cry somewhere











Jane, Anne, Dee and Jo
Judge everyone up and down
Some girls make me cringe
Some make me full of jealousy
Most girls just make me vomit.








There once was a girl named sally
She always went running to daddy
Till the bank went dry
Tried to fill it with a cry
But tears don’t buy what make her happy







A boyfriend could demand everything famine growing hungry intestines jumping
Killing livers moving napkins over putting questions restless stamina! Taking under! Venturing where? Xamining your zanity.





A river was made from my overflowing tears
There is no replacement for the memories of years
Although you do not live, death will never be instilled in me
You were a happy person, the smile everyone could see
I will not say that you I will not miss
I’m saddened you are the one death decided to kiss







Mouth why do you run as if a camel would to an oasis?
Temptation makes you salivate.
No one told you to say this
In fact it is the complete opposite, why does gossip help you alleviate?
It grows on your tongue doesn’t it?
Till you can’t swallow
And still it can no longer sit
Now tell me does it taste sour?
Don’t pucker and fidget or make those unsightly faces
Are you happy now that your tongue dances?





There was an old lady named Jane
She feared she was going insane
For blood she thought was leaking out her head
The day she spent in bed
Then she realized it was just the rain




There was an interesting girl in her teens
A lot of boys said she was straight up mean
For her name was louise
And she loved to be a tease
All she gave up was your name to the dean.

















She was the person I wanted to be
When she talked her voice attracted the opposites sex’s attention
Like a siren’s melody
She was the person who I wanted to be
Her long treces were those of envy
Mine especially
Her teeth were a glistening, blinding white
Pearls of the sea; could never compare to me.
She was the person who I wished I could be
The night of my dreams, the moment to treasure
A happiness a trip to the moon could not measure
He looked at my eyes, I threw him a smile
A bait that took him a second to gather
The only person he wanted was me.



The light creased in between my eyelids
Daybreak had come soon, I had not slept
Outside the leaves fluttered in the winds
The night and dreams all become one all in a strange depth.
My body is disconnected from my head
Mind racing I try to think my feet are curled under me
Warmth of a familiar bed
Eyes wide in amazement at the new life I could never see.
Fingertips reaching for love
Stretching out to unfathomable length
No longer pure as a white dove
Realizing what lust truly meant
To cry, to whimper to laugh I did not know
This mysterious sense of unrealizable woe.



His arms are around me
Blue sky holding my tighter
I love the summer


Falls leaves are changing
Hues of yellow orange and brown
One falls on my nose















Clad in white lace, hands interlocked
This shows not my aching souls love
It would not matter if I were in black smocked
Not a thing would change if I had removed these gloves
The pastor’s muted voice compared to my beating heart
Perspire drips down my lips
Growing in increments my love was from the very start
Like the time we kissed at the stoplight or when we dance and he holds me to his hip
Today, it’s finalized, this wedding band
The most insignificant pieces of bended wire
Love does not need a solidified symbol in crested in gold on it’s hand
I’m burning inside, head to toe my emotions are on fire
One final kiss as the watching rows of family shrink into oblivion their voices blended into a coo
Looking at each other like we did it for them because we already know we “do”.






It dances on the edge of your roof on the very corner
Foolishness takes one step at a time
Closer to the edge
Locks down and sees a shiny quarter
Jumps down and breaks a leg
The dime slapping foolishness in the face













Ode to the lost sock

We were once together
Matching stripes, but you had a cute hole on the heel
You were supposed to be with me forever
Are you lost or were you someone’s lucky steal?
No one will compare to you and I
Old friend we belonged only to each other
I hope your somewhere in the sky
Know that she cried when I told mother
Irreplaceable you are
I cry this I must confess
It’s always sad to be alone like a solitary star
I’m a giant mess
Two eyes glued on me now I could not stop it
Dear friend now I am a sock puppet.