Sugar Free Diet

Sugar Free Diet

 

Corn syrup, trans-fat--

What the hell is up with that?

What is the point of sugar free ice cream?

I would rather have the real thing.

 

What the hell is up with that?

Size six being the new fourteen?

I would rather have the real thing.

Beauty magazines don’t know shit about self-esteem.

                 

Size six is the new fourteen?

Straight As, politics, curing kids from disease,

Beauty magazines don’t know shit about self-esteem

Buy boobs, suck out fat, you’re not perfect yet.

 

Straight As, politics, curing kids from disease,

Why is it important that I eat sugar free ice cream?

Buy boobs, suck out fat, you’re not perfect yet,

Perfect enough for that man, who wouldn’t give a shit if you tanned.

 

Why is it important that I eat sugar free ice cream?

Can’t let the pain and anguish show, of perfecting perfection.

Perfect enough for that man, who wouldn’t give a shit if you tanned.

You can get through life without riot, just stick to your sugar free diet.

Dark Path

Dark Path

 

She grips onto the cold, steel bars

Reaching for freedom tastes so bitter

Like a cold winter sun that looks so warm and inviting

It nips at your skin the minute you step outside

She reaches for the bottom in a bottomless pit

Too stubborn to give up

Too frustrated to go on

She knows the shore is near

It keeps moving so far

Treading through rough seas

Tripping through treacherous roads

Darkness is all she sees

Hope is too dangerous to long for

Turqoise Sun

A golden sphere that bursts with laughter

Designer beige that soaks with turquoise

Flocks of feathers that soar like wind

Grains of dust that tickle like kisses on my feet

 

A bay of stones carry life and leisure

Like a stage of creation

Clappity clap on eight red legs

The fascination of a life so small

 

Diamonds shimmer in the night

The lunar light with eyes to sea

Roaring thunder invades the shore

Though night is clear with a steady drumbeat

 

A citrus morning welcomes me home

Plate filled with gold like the sun

Maple arousing hunger and desire

A steady drumbeat lingers

Her

Thirteen Ways to Describe Her

 

I.

A smile, a laugh

Cheeks chubby like marshmallows

This is her when she’s happy.

 

II.

A melody echoes

A joke that knocks

This is her when she’s silly.

 

III.

Gale force winds

A down pour rain

This is her when she’s grumpy.

 

IV.

A crash and a rumble

Excitement in her screech

This is her when she’s having fun.

 

V.

Pink and frilly

Tippy toes and tiaras

This is her as a ballerina.

 

VI.

Lost and lonely

A stuffed friend not found

This is her sad.

 

VII.

A sweet one

A sweet heart

This is her when she’s sweet.

 

VIII.

Blush and eye shadow

A fear to be had

This is her growing up.

 

IX.

Feisty and strong

Outspoken and loud

This is her strength.

 

X.

Rolling like the sea

Her soft whispers come to a silence

This is her sleeping.

 

XI.

Small arms stretch

A big heart swells

This is her when she hugs me.

 

XII.

Ready or not

Here she comes

This is her and her sister

 

XIII

I heart you

You heart me

This is her loved by her mommy.