in all honesty, if you ask me, I have nothing nice to say

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in all honesty, if you ask me, I have nothing nice to say

so I learned to stay silent,
and the stardust that I ground up
into make belief
gently helped my mouth stay shut

we like to attach certain things
to where we grew up,
our childhoods
and who raised us and how;
i am a machine.
When I speak I entice
violence,
I thinks deities are
simple-minded,
funny dressing charlatans –
i wont spill from their guts

I am orphaned
to anyone who fathered me,
everything
that leaves me bruises
is my mother;
there is no third side to look at,
no fading lights
in a rear-view window;
northern lights
are chemicals
of deviated humanity –
not Sidhe;
I am the deer in the headlights,
never the driver –

I don’t ever want to own a car
because I don’t know how to stop driving,
you don’t want me to teach you
any traffic laws

or geography
but I will still stand before you
with the audacity
of a sky to be all fluff and pink
an armada of whims and dreams
amid the fjords of a December
and I will still try

to lie.

But somehow I still dread
of even thinking
about telling you
that the world is simply
shit.

~ by Oloriel on July 5, 2020.

5 Responses to “in all honesty, if you ask me, I have nothing nice to say”

  1. If ever there was a perfect poem for 2020, Oloriel, this is it… It has been a while since I’ve read one of your poems. As beautiful as ever.

  2. Ahh! Big love. Felt every word.

    • Thank you, big love back! And also, on each and every excursion of mine through reading in these parts, i always assumed you were not writing – only to now discover that for some reason and somehow, I am not following you (and i am beyond a shadow of a doubt sure i was, because i remember all the posts of yours i used to read!), so am correcting it đŸ™‚

      • Hej hoj, Oloriel, so good to see you here! Congratulations for being featured, yeahh! Yesterday as I was reading your poems, I noticed that you had used the word “liminal” in a poem before. You’re an expert!

        Ahh, I’m happy that you remember your visits. I did start a new blog but not since last April. Make sure you find the follow button this time!

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