Secrets under her skirt
crimes under her shirt
to fashionable hurt
its cool to be mentally ill as long as you're pretty and relatable **a biopsy of media and movie portrayal of mental illness and the romanticising of suicide**
I vogue with a tearstained face, but you'd still **** to take my place.
I envy her.
I'd write that
she changes lovers
as often as her clothes,
but I've seen her
hold on to clothes
I envy her.
She knows love
straight out of
a Vogue editorial.
The kind where models
wear only jeans
and ****** each other
with their polished,
and ****** eyes.
Then you see
the same models
seducing some other model,
how their brains
can keep up
I envy her.
My lover and I,
we're full of holes,
like my father's
light blue Levi's
from the eighties.
I don't envy her.
We're full of holes,
my love and I,
but full of patches
because a good pair of jeans
are worth mending
when they fit you
like a glove.
I told him
“I’m going to buy lots of make up,
some expensive clothes,
the ones that come with logos,
and get a proper hair cut.
That’s how you like your girls,
He walked over,
planted a kiss on my head and said,
“I like them smart,
which you’re not being right now.”
And I think that was the best thing
he ever said.
Venomous slithering silk gown
Adressed the chandeliers in the
Marrakesh's dusky evening, just
To outshine the simmering glass
There were gentelmen and ladies
Chit chating politely, uninterested
Awaiting on a dinner to be served.
He noticed the scarf, she thougt to
Herself. Unending in memory are
Hoffman's grand thrilly fairytales.
I wish he'd gather the bold pirates
Of his conquering intentions and..
Imagined by Impeccable
Space poetic beauty
I go mad that I might see the world around me anew
Growing up and being taught everything even the things I fear
Yes the things I fear, love and hate… we are all first taught it all
What to fear, what to love, what to hate.. this is my understanding
Of the madness I encounter everyday…
I go mad that the world around me may accept me for a sanity’s insanity
Dressed in *****’s flesh and being glorified as the highest fad in vogue
For even my flesh feels no more shame, as Adam and Eve felt same
Oh! I go mad for the love of Steve rather Eve becoming Adam’s ribs
How beit? “From the beginning it was not so” why make it so now
Will Jonah’s good luck bill save our nation’s repulsive ills and acts?
How long will mercy deter us from the brimstone exodus of the Gomorrah’s?
I go mad for loved ones that show love for the personal preferential from loved ones*
How much of this personal preferential love actually makes the world go round
Brothers killing brothers, how cold our love has waxed...
— The End —