Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Miss Muse & Valentine - by Little Ghost



Radio Romance

A song came on the radio
And you just had to call
Just to let me know it reminded you of me
A song came on the radio
The voice was rough and low
Singing 'bout a girl he used to know, just like me

I'm watching the football team
From a tiny apartment across the street
So I'll light another cigarette
And think of you
I'm watching the crowd roar
But I'm thinking 'bout your guitar
So I'll light another cigarette
And wish for you

A song came on the radio
And it always brings you to mind
The tail-lights speed by, but I don't notice anymore
A song came on the radio
Brought up the thoughts of the rest of my life
The pub pays just fine, but I'm always gonna want more

I'm watching the football team
From a tiny apartment across the street
So I'll light another cigarette
And think of you
I'm watching the crowd roar
But I'm thinking 'bout your guitar
So I'll light another cigarette
And wish for you

Do you think of me when you smell Marlboros?
Do you think of me when you drink Jack?
Do you think of me when our song plays?
Do you wish that I'd come back?

A song came on the radio
As I walked home alone
And I wish I could tell you I still know all your favorite songs
A song came on the radio
The voice was rough and low
Singing about a green-eyed girl who's long gone

I'm watching the football team
From a tiny apartment across the street
So I'll light another cigarette
And think of you
I'm watching the crowd roar
But I'm thinking 'bout your guitar
So I'll light another cigarette
And wish for you

Do you think of me when you smell Marlboros?
Do you think of me when you drink Jack?
Do you think of me when our song plays?
Do you wish that I'd come back?

Our song came on the radio...

Monday, October 26, 2009

Candy Queen

promises like strawberries
kisses like chocolate drizzle
you are my candy-cocaine
and i'm your sugar-baby

D O T H A I N

Dothain. Ta mna orm.
Ma ceanuil me a leitheid de ualach ar tu, lanstad.
Stad bruscar bhur trath ar mise.
Feasta nach pog mise, feasta nach creid mise, agus go cinnte feasta nach gneas mise...
Bheith i ngra le mise no feasta nach, ach feasta nach leid mise ar aon tuilleadh.
Tu stanaigh nach bi araon mo leannan agus mo comradai seomra.
Tu stanaigh nach bheith ag suil le mise go dti adhair sibh, mill sibh, mair aonair do sibh, ma tu diultaigh go dti caith le mise mar rud ar bith breis na coir bhur striapach agus bean ti.
Iad seo doru sna na gaineamh.
Mise murach bi ag urnai i gcomhair bhur scothuil.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

FAMOUS INFAMOUS


if i can't be adored
i'll settle for envy
infamy suits me
and you're gonna love me
someday
i can taste it
bitter sick green kisses
as you stare at my picture
say something cute
and hope i'll remember
but darling
you're still a million miles away.

if i can't be loved
i'll settle for hated
at least you'll know i exist
so i'm gonna take it
someday
i can taste it
bright red letters
spell out the memories
say something cruel
and hope that it gets to me
but darling
you're gonna remember my name.



(webcam self-portrait)

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

.PLASTIC.DOLL.

i am a
plastic doll
with a smile
molded
irrevocable
glassy eyes
with long lashes
that open and shut
leaving butterfly-kisses
on my perfectly blushing cheeks
my lips are
permanently puckered
ready for a kiss
strawberry pout
waiting for your touch
i am a
plastic doll
with no heart
no soul
no dreams
no warmth
and no choice
trapped inside a
plastic head
with curls that fall
around my
flawless
plastic body
2-inch waist
and legs for days
i am a
plastic doll
made just for you
to suit your every wish
i am just
a plastic doll

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

.nicotine.


be my
nicotine
and i'll be your
cocaine
sooth my senses
and i'll
electrify you
ease my mind
and i'll send yours
racing
from new york to l.a.
and back again
just be my nicotine



(webcam self-portrait)

Monday, October 12, 2009

Just Like You

she could've been you
in another life
glitter gone wild
and completely irresistible
faerie wings
and a surfer smile
she's a blond too
just like you were
she caught me off guard
falling familiar
into something i know
will probably sting
she asked to kiss me
and i said
'i wouldn't stop you'
but my mind screams-
'will it hurt?'
as my heart remembers
your tongue-in-cheek whispers
and your heroin kiss
i don't want to fall again
not for a girl
just
like
you

Sunday, October 11, 2009

A Book About You

i think i'll collect
everything i ever wrote about you
and put it in a book
i'll fill it with photographs
and bright colors
and then i'll sell it
and i'll be rich
because everyone
who ever loved you
will want a copy.

GIRL ON THE HORIZON

the horizon is waiting
for a pretty girl like her
i will watch until she crosses
with her wings spread

these words dangle from my lips
like a cigarette
left unattended

'i inhaled a girl
like smoke
but she left my lungs
just as easy'

i wonder if she can hear me whisper
in whatever bed she's sharing now
cuz she will never see
the way my eyes glass over
when someone says her name out loud

these lips still taste like hers
though 300 days have passed
without a kiss
my memory won't release her
long after my arms did

Girls That Glitter Love The Dark

"Girls that glitter love the dark
We lace it through our bitter, black little hearts
And then we feign surprise when we see
that those we've loved to love have seeped
into our poisoned blood

Girls that glitter deceive death
We thread ourselves through innocent flesh
And then we feign surprise when we see
that those we've loved to waste they seem to be erased

Knit it through, thread it, sew it to unsuspecting flesh
They won't regret it, or so they say
And those you have loved have snagged on your thorny veins
But they don't regret it, or so you say

Girls that glitter desecrate a kiss
We break the code of happiness
And then we feign surprise when we see
that those we've loved have loved to leave

Girls that glitter defile hope
We think that love is just tightening that sad little rope
And then we open our eyes and we see through the gash
of a fluttering eyelash

We see love trying desperately to flee
But you don't ever have to fear
Just break its wings and it will never disappear
You don't ever have to fear
Just break its wings and it will never disappear

Knit it through, capture it and stitch it to your brittle little heart
At least that way love can't tear it apart
Knit it through, sew it to unsuspecting flesh
They won't regret you
And if they do?

But the thing that girls know best
is that glitter covers all the ugliness
And they know one thing above all the rest:
Sparkle covers evilness
Shimmer covers all the mess
Glitter covers darkness
And then came the moment when the swarm of bees drowned."



-Hannah Fury 'Girls That Glitter Love The Dark'

S M O K E


i inhaled a girl
like smoke
but she left my lungs
just as easy


(webcam self-portrait)

A Girl Called Love

everyone stares
when you
waltz
into a room.
i guess you can't help it;
i guess you can't stop being beautiful.
but i don't mind-
it doesn't hurt me.

that's a lie.

it cuts my eyes
to know i can't look at you.
cuts my tongue
to know i can't speak to you.
cuts my skin
to know i can't touch you.
and it cuts my already scarred heart
to know i can never have you again.

you are the whole world's baby blue eyes
you are their sweetest dreams
and their darkest desires
you are the world's venus
with no mouth to object
no hands to push back
you are the perfect lover, love.

personify my wishes
buried in shame
cloaked by time.

it's a pipe-dream
thinking of waking up beside you
stroking your soul
the way you touched mine.
i want to see your diamond-encrusted lashes
peeling off
leaving your skin sticky.
i want to see your lips
parted with sleeping breaths
as you curl
into the warm-spot
on the bed.

everyone i know
is in love with you.
why am i the only one
who doesn't have the guts
to say it?

Lovers Laughter & Lace - photo by Freckles


i wonder if she ever
glanced
in my direction
i take off the layers
of rose petals
strip bare
to satin
and smile
i know she did
well,
at least i hope so

Saturday, October 10, 2009

R E C O G N I Z E


i wonder
would you
recognize me
if you
saw me
today?



(webcam self-portrait)

Glass-Eyed Glory

through the shine of rose-colored glasses
your skin was spun-sugar pale diamond-encrusted
and i wanted to touch it
lips like strawberry jam
and a poison kiss
you intoxicate me
still
whenever your drug crosses my mind
scars smoothed by sweet-treat honey mercy
and tears dried with wine
baby, through glass-eyes
you were supernova
and we were gorgeous
lover, through glass-eyes
nothing mattered
but your
shine

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

A Dear John Letter

you make my skin crawl
every time your soul reaches out
to touch my skin
i feel you
taste your breath
smell your leather
and it makes me sick
like too many irish car-bombs
you are the sour milk
i guess i'm the burn of whiskey
i hope you choke on it
every time you taste me
on your lips
on your memory
i hope it stings
your fingers on my cheek
just a shadow
but i bite anyway
i hate your touch
i hate your taste
i hate your sad eyes and your sad smile and your sad stories
you invade me
break in
how could you believe i would still want you?
you send your wolf to watch me
yellow stares
sick yellow
and i tell him
in whispers
i don't need you anymore
he remains
intact and impossible
until my butterfly chases him away
maybe
if i sprout wings
and chase you
maybe you'll disappear too
leave my memory
the way it was
before you tore it open

Unhinged And Loving It

i watched you
fall apart
watched you
descend
i watched you
sink
to my level
i watched
your mind
go sour
i heard you
whisper
all the things
i never said
i knew the
feeling
like a familiar sting
it cut deeper
watching
from the outside
i watched you
curl
into
nothing
like a paper
beneath a flame
just a burned
blackened
withered
ash
and i guess my question is-
did it hurt as much as i remember?

Why This Blog Is Silly (A Rant)

Blogs are silly- especially when written by models.

We are paid, pressured, and pushed to be beautiful, not intelligent, eloquent, or interesting.

No one reads our words.

If it's longer than 140 characters, if it surpasses a post on Twitter, it's too much work- not like we'd have anything important to say anyway.

People don't look at our blogs because they want to know how we think, how we feel.

They don't care what makes us tick.

On the occasion they click the link, open the page, and open their eyes, it's to see if we've posted a shot of our tits yet, if maybe our bare asses have appeared in any more images.

This blog is silly, in particular, because I'm not hoping that anyone will read it.

I'm not writing for people to stumble across my words on the internet.

There are two people in this world I want to read this silly, meaningless, half-naked blog.

They don't.

So the words, the pictures, the futile meaning-

It's all for me.

Only for me.

Monday, October 5, 2009

.ANOREXIC.LUST.


(a webcam self-portrait, cuz i get bored)

The Moral Of The Story- by Alizarine

The Candle Club

it would be romantic
dinner for two
at some italian restaurant
under new york city
with candles
and roses
and a woman singing opera
badly
we would giggle
and eat spaghetti
like the lady and the tramp
with freckles of red
as our noses
bump
you would wear your red dress
and i would wear
forever black
so you could
shine
all the brighter
people would stare
because
they've never seen
anything
quite like us before
and they would say
look
look how
beautiful
they are
look how
in love
and maybe
they'd be right
but there's no spaghetti
no red dress
no bad opera
and there's no new york city
so i'll light a candle
and watch it
burn

Where Do Your Dreams Rest?- by Visions Of Excess

Ana Anarchy

i am
HUNGRY
let me taste you
let me
sink
my teeth
into your
heat
can't you see?
i'm starving
and the ache
gnaws
claws
at my
insides
breaks the skin
leaves a scar
i guess i'm
beautiful
now
i guess i'm
something
worth
seeing
now that i'm
flesh
&
bone
now that i'm
THIN
we waste away
to become great
it's our
religion
pictures from magazines
thumb-tacked
to our skin
barbie-doll syndrome
burned
into our
egos
we are what we eat
and nihilism is perfect
we are the most beautiful girls in the world

OUR STORY

Tonight I read the story you wrote

The one about us

The one that lays all our secrets on the table

The one that tells our lives

in poetry

and fantasy

and absolute truth

The one that makes me cry

Tonight I read the story you wrote

And I'm terrified to read the ending