What is Left (Written in 2003)

Crying and puking
Nobosy ever dies free
Everyone is a prisoner of their own insanity
Can you honestly choose your own destiny>
You die and you cry
Love?
You can't get that from me
What is left if you don't even have your dignity?
Lies become more lies
Why can't you just leave them be?
Everyone has to pay for loosing themselves in money
Nothing will ever be what you expected to see
This is my grasp of only one part of reality

Inky

Baby bag (I made)!!!

Untitled (Rough Draft)

I want strawberries
Buffalo wings
Can’t stand the smell of spaghetti
Where’s my ice cream?
Throwing up
about everything and anything
Swish swish swish
of the baby’s heart
Summersaults in my belly
Kicking, punching
Constant hurting of my back

I want strawberries
Buffalo wings
Can’t stand the smell of spaghetti
Where’s my ice cream?
Piles and piles of baby clothing
A crib
A stroller
Blankets galore
Never thought I would use that many wipes
Diapers
Boy or girl?

I want strawberries
Buffalo wings
Can’t stand the smell of spaghetti
Where’s my ice cream?
Oh, no I have gestational diabetes
1 cup of fruit
More protein
Not so much bread
½ cup of ice cream
Prick prick prick
Insulin in the leg

I want strawberries
Buffalo wings
Can’t stand the smell of spaghetti
Where’s my ice cream?
Oh my god this hurts
Let’s play cards
Cramp cramp cramp
Shit, make it stop!
Oh please baby just come out
It’s a boy
My face running with tears of joy

Baby Quilt (I made)!!!

The Travel West

Jolting of wagons,
Sea of dust engulfs cattle,
When will new life come?

Baby Dresses (I Made)!!!!!

Where I am From

I am from Massachusetts,
California
And 9 different schools

I am from my mom
Who is stubborn,
opinionated
and independent

I am from the ocean
The redwoods
The city
And the mountains

I am from my Grandmother
Who is a worry wart,
crafty
and has always been there for me

I am from beanie babies
Pancakes and spaghetti
Card games
And basketball

I am from my grandfather, Bub,
Who was impatient,
funny
and a father figure

I am from the song my girl
The movie my Cousin Vinnie
The Harry Potter books
And poetry

I am from the Wonson’s
The Swanson’s, the Griffin’s, The Bray’s
And so many more
Just another branch on my family’s tree

Her Eyes Are Made of Cotton

Her eyes are made of cotton
Her skin the living earth
Her bones were made of twigs
And her voice was never heard

No one ever knew her
No one ever will
She was always there
Yet noone dared to tell

Her nose always nose always crooked
Her hair never straight
She was unnoticed
She was gone without a trace

It wasn't like I knew her
It wasn't like I cared
But once I got paced the layers
I couldn't help but stare

She was walking through the hall
She was walking with her kin
And all of a sudden
She was all I had within

Her eyes are made of cotton
Her skin the living earth
Her bones are made of twigs
And her voice was never heard