#model
Role models
Sometimes can we not overpraise them?
They’re just some people who may have
their own past
Could we not sinfully compare?
Islam is Perfect
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 10:59 AM UTC
How could such evilness
be so close
To the Kindest heart
I’ve ever known
How could the woman
Who embraced others
In their sorrow
Host the demon that has grown
I am beginning to understand
Time and unexpected events
Overtake them all
I refuse she has been overtaken
I am beginning to understand
Inside and out
No one is better
Because humans have been forsaken
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 9:36 PM UTC
Obsession.
feels like a drug
bleeding into my veins
close my eyes—
lights still flash behind,
savour the high.
strobe lights
headshots
body shots
line the dark walls,
canvas
film
paper
i’m everywhere.
everywhere but here..
Addiction.
stuck.
waiting for the next high.
applause like static
rings through my skull
but I chase it
or it chases me
I can’t tell anymore
Admiration.
I smile at them.
Cameras flash.
They like me like this.
I don’t know them,
yet they call me pretty.
I laugh at jokes I don’t hear
while the lyrics loop in my head—
“I’m on my way to heaven”
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 7:30 PM UTC
Her Imagined Perspective
He watches me like I’m myth—
not just beauty, but omen.
I feel it in the hush
between shutter clicks,
in the way his questions
circle my edges
but never land.
I notice him.
Of course I do.
His silence is louder
than the flash.
But I’ve worn this armor too long—
lace and leather,
dark lips and darker thoughts.
They keep me safe,
keep me distant,
keep me whole.
Still, when he speaks in riddles,
when his words brush my skin
without touching,
I wonder—
what if I let go?
What if I let him see
the girl beneath the gothic?
The one who wants
to be wanted
without being claimed.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 6:48 PM UTC
I.
Lain down, unconcealed
toward the window
shoulder to hip -- a shadowy cursive
perhaps penumbra
II.
Seated, face in utter profile
standing, sorting laundry
washing dishes, guarding
the radiator
III.
Hair eschewed in
conjugated waters
double-exposed
roots and
foliage -- wisps
of sugarland
in subtext
their dark net
cast over a pearly bright sea
discovery left
to the imagination
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 1:52 PM UTC
The most beautiful humans
struck by young fame
graced and haunted
by societies expectations.
Not too fat,
but not too skinny,
Not so flat
and always pretty.
Are they
mannequins in motion?
or people—
the industry doesn’t know
They throw
sticks and stones
turning them
to skin and bones
Their tears
could drown cities—
full of hunger
and pain—
but they stay silent.
Because they must.
“You must be seen,
and not heard.”
Just walk now,
and look pretty.
Goddesses bound by heels
bleeding behind blush ..
They are told to glow now
but one day they’ll burn
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 10:58 AM UTC
from the sunrise she had no qualms in standing undressed amid the tall grass, picking cardinals and mystique lotus to place in her flower basket; a large brim hat, the gold necklace, and a serene smile is all that she wore each day along the brook as the master of the house took to work in paints. she always felt immaculate fun being this exposed to him.
"why me, and not a true model?" she sometimes asked.
"because none of them are you," was his simple answer.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 4:37 PM UTC
No screams today,
Missed calls from the void.
My organs sleep,
Still in place.
I walked dark streets
Last night,
But happy.
So today I hug
These knees,
Dislocated shoulders.
Today I love you.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 6:57 PM UTC
She was fairytale pretty
in a sky blue chiffon
bare footed and soul on display
both deep blue sea
and wild young day
She gazed at you with inquisitive
but never said a word
leaving it to your own heart to read the lines unwritten
in the pale beauty of her lips
She seems painted there
a portrait of intensities
on the hardwood floor
where sunlight carves its path
across it's worn wooden heart
She is forever there in sunlight
Jun 7, 2024
Jun 7, 2024 at 3:15 PM UTC
~
She draws water from the well, an old drink for new clientele. She "loves" living next to airports, big shiny airports, named after gruesome visionaries and drunk, womanizing actor sorts. She "loves" wearing a Chinese dress and sitting in a Chinese chair, posing for pictures she can never share.
~
Dec 14, 2023
Dec 14, 2023 at 2:51 PM UTC
she wears a t-shirt
two hands printed
exactly where I want to put mine
jeans must be sprayed on
so impossibly tight
hugging a figure
I can only describe
as voluptuous
but those eyes
I cannot meet as they stare
right into my soul
piercing through me
defying my inappropriate thoughts
though for all the world
she invites them
thankfully the bus came
and I left her
advertising whatever it was
I hadn't noticed in the first place
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 7:38 AM UTC
~
*atop the Manhattan skyline
her similitude descends as rain
we see her wonderwork
we see her water-standing
her very abandonment of draperies
unassuming and artless
where the heedless moths settle
with bodies of mystic warmth
colored with rose and a dash of flame*
~
– for Audrey Munson
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 9:52 AM UTC
Standing on a pedestal
Bleeding on a stage
Colored insides for the aesthetic
Beautiful gore
Enhancing your beauty with gore
Showing other people my bones
An idea of perfection being nothing but blood and bone
I lay here and laugh
At the body, i’ve destroyed
At the skin i've hurt
And the insides i've boiled
The commercials show the ideal size
So the people that tell me
The one that I killed
The one that I saved
Whoever would stop me
From crumbling bones
And melting eyes
Limbs are falling off and getting lost
But i'm the idea of pretty
With the gore falling away
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 3:40 PM UTC
Dissected lines
Intersection
A special selection
Death by design
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
Fingers dipped in purple powders
Fushia gold my makeup
Black skintight latex suit with neon circles
How my outfit is made up
Three rings around my waist
Intersecting, two vertical, one on the horizon
The circles glow with noble gases
Radioactive, after all, I'm an alien
Perfect spheres and concentric rings
Are trending, so I have read
I balance on stacked circles, my six inch latex heels
And floating circles surround the pair of buns on my head
My bones poke through my latex,
Anorexia won't stop my passions
I may not be the body type you want, but I'm the body type you have
And I still enjoy the fashions
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 2:38 PM UTC
WE
generally gain true great knowledge from one who knows better than you & I
A higher knowledge of truth that's beyond the human scope
cannot originate from mere mortals BUT from THE IMMORTAL &OMNISCIENT ONE who knows more than any human being.
Eternal life is the life of GOD revealed through CHRIST, intent on gifting those who follow the life of truth & holiness as personified by CHRIST-THE WORD OF GOD
GOD is neither silent nor imaginary
but has spoken since the beginning of time
& keeps speaking to those who
are open to the truth
humbly aligned with HIS love
and goodness of heart
HE has revealed what's beyond any human scope
through JESUS -The LOVEofGOD that came down from Heaven
who also is the ICON & MODEL of eternal life evident through His death & resurrection, bringing forth GOD's salvation to the entire human race &the radiance of the AFTERLIFE-the greatest hope in glory for humankind
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 7:05 AM UTC
She is a beautiful successful model.
I am just a struggling artist.
She is a work of art.
I make works of art.
How come all she has to do is stand there an look pretty?
How come I have to give all of my effort to make something pretty?
B.K.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
I want to be someone you can look up to
Because you don't see my scars
Or the tears in my eyes
You're too young to know of any real pain
To you I'm another friendly face ready to greet you each morning
And I wish it could stay that way forever
I want to remain perfect to you
Even as time passes us by
And I might just be a memory to you later on
But I want you to look up to me
I want to set the right example
Because I only get to keep you for a short while
So I'll have to be on my best behavior
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 10:38 PM UTC
I wish I could have met myself
At this age
When I was a little girl
I wonder if I would
Have liked who I've become
Would I speak to this adult
And find a resilient strength
Or would I see through
The bulletproof glass
Straight to her insecurities
Would she laugh and
Find me funny
Or pity the deflections
Would I stand beside her
And think
This is who I want to be
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC
You may not be a model fashion wise
But I model myself in your fashion
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 10:22 PM UTC
an imprisoned model for the rest of the world to watch
craving the attention not of the reporters and media but of the people who truly care
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
stiletto heels and heartbreak
singing songs of falling in love
when you're stuck and unable to regain balance
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
you are may
i am december
kisses exchanged
during the bluing hour
child like
staring at you
in wonder and amazement
frosting night
falling snow
flakes in your auburn hair
i walk you home
in the cold frigid air
holding your hand
dreaming of you
you are rare
a beacon
a lighthouse
in a storm
in my daydreams
you are the pixie, the fairy inspiring me
at night
you are the siren, i surrender to
a trifecta of youth, beauty, personality
you are refreshingly young
spring in my wintered life
preternaturally beautiful
perfection come to life
your femininity bewitching
your youth intoxicating
your mannerism seducing
i would do anything for you
oozing sensuality
innocences
of a woman on the cusp
you hunger for sophistication
to be worldly-wise
seeking passage guidance
from an experienced traveller
the trade, the deal, is timeless
refined by evolution
i am humbled
to have been chosen
the ultimate champion
of your ****** selection
in turn, you are my trophy
the spoils
of a never ending war
i know our time is short
the span of a bloom
a season at most
i know the outcome
seen the devastation
the problem is
we think we have time
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 9:20 PM UTC