This is where I'm supposed to tell you about myself, like it will help you understand the poems I write. But I want people to interpret them as they see fit, as it applies to their lives, however that may be.
If you hand a young child a red brick, and ask them to tell you what it is, they describe it as it makes sense to them with the words in their vocabulary. As soon as you tell them it's a red brick it ceases to be what it is and has become nothing more than another red brick.
Open your mind and figure out the answers for yourself. It may be harder, it may take longer, but trust me when I say it's worth it.
You'd think by the way I talk
I have my life together.
That everything inside my head
would already be sorted out.
...
Fleas dream of buying themselves a dog, and nobodies dream
of escaping poverty: that one magical day good luck will
suddenly rain down on them- will rain down in buckets. But
good luck doesn't even fall in a fine drizzle, no matter
...
Just because I lie awake in bed
and thoughts of you fill my mind,
doesn't mean I miss you.
I would never deny the fact
...
I dreamt about you last night
I saw you and I cried
I ran to you and kissed your lips
so wet with all my tears
...
The trees may stand tall
and the grass may be green,
but there is more beyond.
Ugliness can be seen.
...