fourteensirensongs
There are days where I get so confused or befuddled
that my thoughts all come out in puddles,
raining backwards and forewords,
sideways and upways
I pick up a pen and I pick up a notebook
and when I'm done the whole world looks
A little brighter
A little cleaner
A little straighter
My rhymes can be wonky and my syllables can be wack,
but I feel better
And that's that.
You might say that these poems Translate my thoughts in a more beautiful way.
All original works.