"vuitton" poems
eat breakfast with your gold spoon
sit in the front seat of your Porsche
arrive at school with your Louis Vuitton bag
make fun of the kid in a wheelchair during break
eat cold lunch and call the lunch lady fat
laugh at the girl with acne on her face
threaten the teacher when she sends you out of class
get picked up in your Porsche
flick off the kid walking home
have friends over and destroy the house
tell your maid to clean it up
eat dinner with your gold fork
admire your sports awards while you brush your teeth
lay in bed and hate yourself
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
If I had a blog what would it be ?
Would I blog about twitting?
Tweet about texting?
Text about bloging?
Will I sip on an organic double frappuccino?
Will I miss MJ?
Will I have a tea cup Chihuahua?
Will I hate the hills?
Will I be dealing with bulimia?
Watching TMZ?
Liveing green?
Will my iPhone my big sunglasses be in my louis vuitton handbag?
Will all this be something to talk about?
Will it still be "in"?
Or will outher things that I hate take it's place?
Will my blog be overrated?
Or will only old ppl like it?
Or will it be, anti-social anti-fashion
I hate everything even myself
self mutalating artsie fartsie
wannabe rabel who are also AS over rated
whatever...
((If I wred this blog, I'd hate it))
Jan 17, 2011
Jan 17, 2011 at 10:42 PM UTC
I met Sally on the hill with a nickel bag of ******
She didn't pay me in money.
Instead, information and a little persuasion made the baggie leave my right back pack pocket
***“Dollars could never have made sense of it anyway
We throw pennies away opting for the opulence that big bills entail
Retail will never amount to the amount I've blown on blow”***
Or so she said behind Louis Vuitton shades shielding eyes half dead
A ****** with a monkey on her back fed by a steady stream of opiates
***“I open this line of communication so you can see we lack foundation and stability and yet
We're trying to build a sand castle with all the powder we can possibly get
And if we're forced to forfeit that fortress, we snort more, still trying to forget”*** and with that she placed her sunglasses on top of her head
I stood back with my back pack and I finally understood
Why drugs will make you richer than working ever could
They bag a gram put it on the scale and tell you what it weighs
But they don't tell you how unnoticeable it is when your life slips away
We sell the dream, we sell the aesthetics
The drugs, the parties, the scene with guest lists
Invincibility
Pretty lights.
Fun. All a lie.
I almost fell on my face walking down the hill, staring into those blue eyes over my shoulder all the while.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
he got the
Gucci flops
Supreme top
Balenciaga bag
Hermes chain
Chanel sunglasses
Louis Vuitton jacket
Rolex on his wrist
he looks A-list
but does he have a heart?
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC
sometimes
one can be thankful
for seeing a false facade
its veneer of plastic
gives it away
once the top layer
is peeled off
the true colors
of the facade are recognized
imitation....
like a Louis Vuitton handbag
fake....
as a cheap Levi tag
these hall marks
stand out
to give a clearer view
of what lies beneath
the facade's
subterfuge
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC
our quiet rooms
compartmentalized
like louis vuitton
to basic calvin kliens
secretly living the best
of our lives
under the stars
and each other’s tired eyes
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
My love knows no Louis Vuitton or Cartier
she doesn't belong to the city
she lives in a farm with her parents and siblings
in the faraway country.
My love thinks not of manicures
her hands are busy in the soil
the flowers and plants relish their tender touch
from dawn to dusk she does toil
My love didn't go to uni
but she knows Keats, Byron and Shelley
even French, German and Russian poetry
lots of Sartre and Camus--she takes delight in philosophy.
My love is no Maria Callas nor Joan Sutherland
but beautifully she sings Schubert's lieder
opera and folk songs she takes delight in
like none other
My love never had music lessons
how she excels on the piano
she plays Mozart, Beethoven and Bach by ear
at the music-hall the villagers love her as she plays solo
I am the son of old John Mac Gregor
her next-door neighbour
I went to school never
too shy to date her
Dad and mum said
learn to write poetry
send her a sweet love poem
if she likes it, she will marry you---happily!
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
Welcome abroad Thameslink.
Grab a camera a wink at
Shaftsbury’s bootylicious dancers.
Pen in gear and know the answers to
the parade of pub quizzes.
Let your strands of raw seismic frizzes scream
on bonds lightening Thames RIB.
The Louis Vuitton wallet ‘on fleek’ for that crib inside
the Shards slender diamond belly.
Feet stay in groove with that Kidston welly against
the roaring mud at the wireless festival.
Pre dem soulful struts of de Notting hill carnival spicy
spirits, nani wines and **** kisses.
Safari hunt watch out for those hisses on
centre stage of the primeval in the zoo.
Grab my hand and come on boo steady
your bags and steady your feet on the thrilling
ride of Oxford street.
Reminisce its entirety and say goodbye.
As we take in our final view on the London eye.
Justine Louisy
Copyright ©Justine Louisy 2016
All Rights Reserved
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 2:19 AM UTC
I don't want magnetic eyelashes
I want magnetic poetry
No Botox for me
Let me wrinkle let me age
It's alright to become who I'm suppose to be
Don't want fake extensions my hair is its own
It will grow out one day at a time
No need for microblading, highlights or ****** scrubs
Won't curl my lashes or disguise my wrinkles
My skin can tell my story through native lines
The burden of beauty is a fools game
I shall use my smiles lines as a accessory
Wrinkle creams will not fix your personality
I refuse to fake fuller lips
Acid peels are not for me
Cheek fillers full of botulism
Skin lasers to erase me
Hair removal will be with a five dollar schick
Keep your tanning beds and keep your Melanoma
Don't need Chanel or Louis Vuitton not paying 2,000 dollars for a handbag
I will be just me
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 11:52 PM UTC
Louis Vuitton brown,
Chanel black,
Classic McQueen,
i'm surrounded by such luxuries.
If I lost it all,
i'd be alright,
I really don't need to be in the spotlight.
I hate this poem.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
Venus-Intergalactico princess,
Why is Victoria keeping so many ******* secrets?
It's time to let the Gucci cats out of the Louis Vuitton iconic bag,
Sparkling Supermodel? can you walk with your hands swinging behind your back?
Legs up front!
Look left!
Look Right!
Turn around!
now you qualify for first class,
Venus-Intergalactico princess,
in your hologram eyes I see a glamorous savage,
Versace snakes to replace your long hair,
Chanel number 5 the breath you fill up in the air,
Your face made of prada is nothing but expensive art,
When you deeped your fingers into glitter and plunged right through my chest to pull out my leathered heart-
I saw an Angel with Cashmere Wings
wearing a glowing Alexander Mcqueen gown
In Jimmy Choo Shoes,
You looked like a queen with a gigantic crown.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
La Belle et La Bête
The Parisian Review lit a candle that night,
They honoured a granting to all those
On French soil, who among other things,
Disturbed & desiccated passions
Of those who were not perturbed by noises
Around those endured in flight seeking sanction.
She remained gracious as she walked
The Champs‑Élysées carrying platinum gold soul,
For it was July 14th, Bastille Day
A paradise for those lost heroes so named; Elysian Fields
But today wasn't a war of Gods & monsters,
She was la belle mademoiselle du jour on perfected streets
Louis Vuitton, Cartier, Hôtel de la Païva; 8th arrondissement of Paris.
He strolled, a dignified approach
To the woman of memory
So pained by his misgivings,
So chosen,
So forgiven,
So loved
Today, she chose to forget,
To forsake,
To only know,
To love
To love, to love, him.
© Sia Jane
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
Eulogy for Justin Bradley, Age 22 who committed suicide 2/28/19
My Sweet Boy
You had a beautiful soul. You had a tortured soul.
You had so many friends, but still felt alone.
Your friends were everything,….But which one to text, from your seven phones???
Great Falls, DC, Road trips, Museums, Golf, or Gold Cup
You were always … I’m down dude, just hit me up.
You lived for cheese pretzels, chicken nuggets, Chipotle, Mac and cheese or JUST turkey bacon….
Why were you taken?
You had a beautiful soul. You had a tortured soul.
Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Supreme,
Who needs to spend big bucks?
When you can get it from China, even though the quality *****
You flew, flipped and twisted,
Off buildings with no fear
Luckily you found an outlet in cheer.
You had a curiosity and intellect beyond your years.
But how the hell did you become a Republican?
For that… we will give you a mulligan.
You had a beautiful soul. You had a tortured soul.
You were struggling to make sense
Trying to figure out YOU.
We tried to reach out.
We tried to break through.
So, my message to parents and to young adults who choose to be,
Giving love and hugs every day, should be your reality.
Their room may be messy, their hair uncombed,
the recycling not taken, and clothes on the floor.
But don’t jump on them the minute they walk through the door.
Depression is a disease not to be dismissed.
Get help for your child.
Try to assist.
Remember to celebrate their brightness and light.
And take a moment to enjoy these gifts, each and every night.
You had a beautiful soul. You had a tortured soul.
So go to that ultra festival in the sky
And As you flip over those Pearly Gates, we wave good bye.
I love you Justin and I will miss you forever.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 7:57 AM UTC
i swear by revenge baby
i swear by my mother's death:
it's over now
i know what he did to
you
i know about your story
i know about your worries
baby
i am going to be with
you
i am going to stay close
will never leave you
like boomerangs
you get me?
he'll never be hurting
you again
we'll be leading a
white bread life in order to
disappear
but never be gone
never gone
baby
i know what he did to
you
you and me
female and female
male and female
male and male
are going to eliminate him
his head will bust and his giblets will splatter
against the wall
and i swear baby
because i love you so much baby
this paint will be our
luxury
**** louis vuitton what
we need is
REVENGE
feel me?
let's do it
be wit me
i'm never going to leave you i
swear by revenge
swear by the death of my mother
don't you assume i
haven't been suffering
been drinking gallons of milk against
pyrosis
ain't only *****
believe me
don't you assume i
haven't been suffering
it's our time.
now.
get me?
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 4:32 PM UTC
"then take
some
*******
shoes."
gucci, prada
chanel, vuitton
walmart, target
overstock stores
there's tar
stuck to the bottoms
of my feet
and the blister burns
are forming
shaking
the bridge is not
shaking
not shaking
don't look down
don't look down
look down
look down
you have to
look down
murky green
whitecaps
"how fast
can you walk?"
how fast
can i
push you
over the edge?
and of course
the asphalt's fresh
so fresh in fact
the trucks are still rumbling by
why would you walk
a railroad bridge
unless you wanted
to jump
or you wanted to
wait as you felt every
last vibration before
death?
i hate
everything
everyone
and that may sound
ridiculous but
hating
is easier than
honesty
tar
get the
tar off
me
toes sticking
pulling against
the splintered
metal
i should have taken
some
*******
shoes.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
Below my feet I feel glass
Under my ******* I feel sweat perspired by pain
In between my eyes I see anxiety emerging through my veins right into my eyes
My teeth clench themselves in agony
My voice creaks with fury because beauty is defined by profanity
Profanity embraced by people because they think they know better
Who are we to judge?
But who are we to not judge?
Defined jaws from promiscuous women clasp with fury and worry
Their belief of beauty is supposedly seen through them
Everyone else wonders as to how this may be possible
But their conniving and piercing words curb our brains for their beneficial belief
I sit and wonder how one could possibly define what beauty is…
A tongue that bares words of ultimate obscenity provides atrocity to those whom may be concerned
When you look into their eyes you see fear
Fear of being judged and fear of feeling lost
Rage fumes through their eyes and the burning sensation triggers their tongues to hurt others as a mechanism to feel better
Words spat out from their mouths haze those who they are meant for
These women think beauty is seen from physicality but others beg to differ.
I for one, know that I am one of them
I am not much of a beautiful person on the outside but I know that through all my internal trials and tribulations, I am a beautiful person inside
Windy weathers determine a person’s mood and these women fail to understand
They fail to understand that an increase in problems lights up a matchstick that could burn down a person’s soul
The weather already provides gloom for those in doom but these women fail to comprehend the pain and desolation brought by this weather
These wanton women think Louis Vuitton items define a person’s worth
Lord have mercy may passages of evil not swallow them
May oceans of hurt not sink them
All they have to do is learn how to not judge but how to love
This will help them build their self-esteems into an empire full of care
enriched by hairs of happiness
Perfection may be a satisfaction
But imperfections make one’s life worthwhile
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
Savor the taste ...
Enter the gates of
Join the ranks of the .......
Pompous .......
Middle of the roaders .....
Deceived, in belief
They're only one lane away
from the fast lane........
Those
Who's.....
Overconfidence
Overrides intuition and intelligence.......
Magically makes them boss and authority
..tragically.....
Living so fast is like
Jane climbing the corporate latter
each rung shes traveling faster .......
Can't see what's shes passing...by.....
Biologically inside .....
Burning with desire she.....
Can't deny .............
She can't suppress.......
Or quench .....
A yearning for uncomplicated simple and pure love ........
........
Meanwhile ........
Primitive.......
And true ......
Lost link wipes the tears from his eyes conjures a smile
and a reassuring wave.. ...
Saying I'm proud of you....
Him love you unconditionaly...
Him wait here for her . ...
Tarzan love only ....
Jane.....stay right here by the highway
Tarzan ...Jane soul mate....
wait.....
Right here......
Beats by dre......turnt up all the way .......sipping half caff.
Double chia tee latte.......
Silver two door Mercedes-Benz at 147 .....
Gucci ,pradda......
Louis Vuitton,
With her Versace sunglasses...
On ........
Sheeeeeee doesn't see
Her one true love ........
Drives right by .......
Tarzan waves .......left in the dust ........
Can't see Jane's ......
Gone.......
The jungles silent tonight....
Mourning the love that should have been .......
.......
I don't want be any part of that.......
*** are we doin here
With only one life .......
?
Apr 22, 2023
Apr 22, 2023 at 4:09 PM UTC
I'm sorry I threw up
On your Louis Vuitton sneakers
In the back of your chauffeured BMW
Driving through the crumbling streets
Of Mexico City
On the way back
To your immaculate home.
Something was not sitting well
In my stomach.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC