I hear the patter of
the rain on the leaves
of the oak tree.
It reminds me of my
daughter's soft footsteps on
the hardwood floor.
She's 3 years old,
and has gorgeous blue eyes like
her mama.
She owns my heart.
The neighbor downstairs
pounds on his ceiling whenever
my daughter walks across the floor.
It scares her.
I went to his door to tell
him to stop pounding,
and he wouldn't answer.
As a poet, I'm a gentle soul,
but honestly, I want to
harvest his kidneys and
fill his ears up with *****.

Have you ever heard how people talk about you?
I fel for you without knowing you,
I thought of you without knowing you,
I dreamed about you without knowing you.

It's you, you are the one!

Inside
I am a pirate reckless
A six foot seductress,
snake lithe
And a five year old child
Consumed with delight
At the funny tilt
Of a cat's ears.
This shell
Is quasimodo
A regret
Unfit muse
To epic's knight
But inside
Inside,
I am dew, I am air, I am love, I am light.

You think I think
Too much of me
You think I think
I'm pretty
Well you're wrong.

I thought you thought
Too much of me.
I thought you thought
I'm pretty
So I beguiled
Myself awhile

That I'm pretty.

I’m never really that happy
It’s just some days
I’m a little less sad

I've got dyslexia,

I'm ADHD, and

I write poetry.

It's like a drunk,

One-eyed idiot

Trying to herd cats

That are on ****.