Tuesday, May 8, 2012

The Soul Of Me





i knew your eyes
before i knew your name
so tragically familiar
so eerily the same
you are the looking glass
you are the dream
the broken flesh of you
is the soul of me



Photo by Fractured, styling by yours truly
"The Soul Of Me" is a piece from the new poetry manuscript I've been working on-
Johnny Kid & The Art Of Dreaming.
Keep an eye out for more sneak-peeks as I plug away at this thing. :-)

Friday, April 1, 2011

More Anonymous Letters

Dear Creeper-
Texting a girl - who told you not to text or call her - at 1 in the morning and then refusing to tell her who you are is lame. Doing so two nights in a row is doubly lame.
Posting facebook statuses (public, btw) about how you "thought you met someone special, but maybe not" because the girl you've been harassing - that you talked to on the internet ONE TIME - is happily taken, well that's sad.
Not taking the hint when aforementioned girl then blocks your facebook and verbally reams you the next time you text her just makes you look like an ass.
Texting her a third time after already embarrassing yourself is just stupid.
So I passed along your number. Hope you enjoyed my boy's random rants today- there will be more to come, I'm sure.
Do yourself a favor and leave me the hell alone.
Most Sincerely and Definitely Not Yours,
-AJ

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Like A Cross Turned Upside-Down

Here I lie, staring at
Clouds in shapes of dogs and cats
I hear a woman start to yell
'Oh dear god, I think he fell'

I'm the arrow shot straight to Hell
From the bow of William Tell
My body lies kissing the ground
Like a cross turned upside-down

A priest is rushing to my side
Begins to read me my last rites
Father, you're too late, my faith is weak
So won't you save your halfhearted speech

I'm the arrow shot straight to Hell
From the bow of William Tell
My body lies kissing the ground
Like a cross turned upside-down

A man bends down and says, 'Son,
We're gonna get through this one,
Take my hand and let us pray,'
I scream, 'Please get the fuck away'

I'm the arrow shot straight to Hell
From the bow of William Tell
My body lies kissing the ground
Like a cross turned upside-down

The ambulance is singing as cops push back the crowd
I start to take my last breath, as blood pours out of my mouth
The medic's walking my way- I think this could be it
I hear him start to state 'The time of death is half-past six'...

I'm the arrow... Shot straight to Hell...



-Senses Fail 'The Priest & The Matador'

Monday, August 2, 2010

Costume Party


ask me my name
and i'll lie
pseudonyms sound prettier
than the truth
any day

halloween city
where i can be
anyone
it's a costume party
and i can be
someone

murderotic moonchild
wears sunglasses in the dark
wears her organs on the outside
but you still can't see her heart

blood-lusting little love-child
ruby tuesday's fucked up twin
leaves her lipstick on your collar
leaves her taste and leaves her sin

ask me where i'm from
and i'll lie
history is what we make it
and this is mine
anyway

masquerade city
where nothing means
anything
it's hollywood, baby
and youth means
everything

cocaine kid with the red lips
and the psycho-starlet grin
nice to meet you, nice to leave you
good to see you, how've you been?

little kitten in the black dress
hides inside the pink champagne
glitter celluloid distractions
and the lies are in her veins

ask me my name
and i'll lie...



photographer: Visions Of Excess
model, styling, and poem: me!

Monday, July 19, 2010

While It Lasts

we curl in
on one another
in
on ourselves
paper in the fire
flames consume
and create
ashes dancing
with the momentary fireflies
spark-stars
against the black
we can't say
how long we'll
burn
but we'll be
gorgeous
while it lasts

Basements Makes The Best Dungeons



photo by Conceptually Black
model: me!

Urban Witchcraft



photo by RachelLauren Photography

model and styling, moi!