No more lies

Poetry/ everything else/ personal blog

Hips like Cinderella

There was a night when we were both lying in the dark,
we were talking.
You told me I was like an oasis.
“Not just a pond, like a really awesome oasis with a waterfall, after miles and miles of desert,”
you explained more to me, in depth.
I’m not sure when I stopped smiling.
An oasis.

You make me feel like the ocean.

Thoughts on Death and the Deceased

Death is a weird thing. When someone passes on, suddenly you seem to remember a hundred things you would’ve never remembered about them while they were alive. Vivid memories, and meaningless gestures they gave to you suddenly mean so much more— they are hints, they are keys. That book your loved one told you to read, the one on your shelf, you will now read because now it holds meaning. Facebook comments you ignored because they embarrassed you, you now look back at weekly, wishing you’d replied. You think of their life, their lifestyle often. Your love for them will not be easily dropped. Life is so fleeting when you’re faced with death.

Try to describe:
Your brain, displaying fireworks
Your mouth turned up at the corners for no reason
Your body, feeling lighter than helium yet so dense you cannot move
Because all your feelings will just spill out in the sky

Try to describe that look in his eyes


Full body ache and
I wanna peel my skin back
like an orange
Pick out the rotten parts

One female for sale
In bad repair
Requires lots of sleep
Breaks down easy

Sometimes I wanna
Crawl under my bed
Hide there where it’s dark
When the sun just hurts

Lost kid in the dark
She knows her place
Argumentative, but make her cry
And she won’t talk anymore


And if I bite the blue
Out of the sky
Will the clouds taste like dreams,
Will the texture be sunbeams?

If I saw words in the air when
They left your mouth
Would it feel any different from
When I see them in my mind?

If I lie down in the grass
And close my eyes
Will I feel the faeries flying
Just above the tip of my nose?

And if I tangle my
Fingers in your hair,
Will you care?

I toss and turn in sleep
And so,
I fall asleep in chairs,
Fall over into toes.



So I’m tired,
Is that another side effect
Or just an appetizer
Of all these things that ail me
When the entrée comes
Should I take OxyContin with it,
Or a glass of water?
I toss and turn in my sleep
And so,
I fall asleep in chairs
Fall over into toes.
I am not depressed,
I’m no insomniac,
I do not need a low dosage disguise of heroin to calm me into a better state of being,
I do not need another side dish of nausea,
I am diagnosed everyday,
Psychoanalysed and pricked and beaten down
So I’m tired, so I’m not happy.
So what?

All the footsteps

I don’t know what it is about today. I guess when I’m bored I have time to think. I’m thinking I’m not good enough.

Your body folded into sleep,
I whispered it to you
My body folded into yours,
I yelled it to you
Like the sky without her stars
You clouded over
With rainclouds but no storm
And you said nothing,
So I was cold again.