See me

Dont you understand My out stretched hand Is something to be Celebrated -I dont need advice -My poems are an expression of my everyday all the time, they are momentary deep feeling expressed as medicine.


I miss

I miss myself Not missing you All of you All at once I miss myself No longing for More I miss myself Not looking Not tingling to be in a place that isnt hear I miss Not being impatcient Placing myself in imprisonment