Along
Satin gloves
Browned
To whittling
Hours,
Stashed furs
Tearing
To love’s
Final
Descent…
Along
Satin gloves
Browned
To whittling
Hours,
Stashed furs
Tearing
To love’s
Final
Descent…
As you are far,
So I am near.
In revelation,
Wandering beyond starlight.
A voice familiar,
Kept in my unconscious
Spindle.
So close you’ve
Come to
Knowing,
Yet tracks split
In seething fury.
Restless lovers
On the rusted
Wings
Yearning to take off
Into night.
Your glassy eyes
An indicator,
The bottomless orbs
Of everlasting traces.
A tip of the hat,
The call to flight,
Raven’s beak
A soft sounding
Recollection
Of our time in
An infinitely marked earth.
Blushing rains,
Cool waltz taken
On a loving wind,
Fired to what
Breath makes
When
Quieted,
Forest serenade
Brought
Into
Scope
Of souls
Loosening,
The dedicated respite…
How a face
Of ridicule
Morphs
To its own
Ill timed horizon,
Drummed out
In droves,
A wave licking
Itself back,
Curtained
Eyes
Knowing
The
Cessation of
A quick-witted line,
The clapping
Drowning out
Spark plug feelings
Strung to
Lifting quandaries
Rousing a starry veil…
Beauty loves
Its mirror,
But begs to be
Put back
Where the gardens
Wander beyond
Starlight…
Beauty’s time
Spent,
A crooked mirror
Going down
An empty hall.
Putrid remembrance,
Bled away
From the
Original portraiture
In cacophonous delirium…
Treasured darkness,
From the climes
Of bitterness
Wrought.
Sowed displeasure,
Stewed to the
Dawn’s
Great Reveal.
Does history seem to repeat itself every two or several decades? The 50s rebels had the greaser thing going on with their leather jackets, jeans, and t-shirts James Dean style. The 70s punk fashion came packaged with something similar: leather jackets, jeans, tees, and rock patches/pins on the jackets by way of the Sex Pistols and Ramones. I’ve had a fascination with “rebel” fashion since a young age, wearing custom-made patchwork pants and dresses to high school bohemian style. Nowadays, I wear light wash ripped jeans, a leather jacket with a pop of color, and pearl adorned sneakers with faux diamond rings, hoop earrings, and cat eye shades for a statement. The glamorous rebel look is my thing, where diamonds meet dirt, gutter to the stars. My love of glamorous movie icons like Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn meet rebel heroes like Sid Vicious or Marlon Brando in a Hollywood back alley. The dust kicked up by non-conformist attitudes marries with a love of flaunting beauty and bejeweled spectacle. Happy almost-weekend!
Tricking the pages,
Appearing in perfumed fantasies.
Crystal glass,
Moments preparing the
Skin,
Budded enchantment.
Adornment, the backwards effect
Of feeling,
Plummeting to dark waters,
The absent orator.
Hers the glance to
Eternity,
His the momentary realization of
Taste.
Piece of prism love,
Fractured steps of
A cool undulation,
Soft marabou slippers
Sliding across the living room
Rug…
Diamond reverie,
Candy body topped to be savored,
Sugar lips reciting the night’s revelation…
Smoky jazz,
Wrapped to the jams,
Carried under a satin layer.
Spat way up high,
Roused in music
Trailing past itself,
The oncoming quiet…
My boyfriend bought some Argan Oil from Trader Joe’s a little while back for his skin and hair. According to health sources online, Argan oil has anti-inflammatory and anti-oxidant properties. It can lessen signs of aging and moisturize skin and hair.
For skin, it is recommended for people to use a small amount so there is no negative effect and the same goes for hair so the hair doesn’t get too oily.
Go to your nearest Trader Joe’s and give this beneficial oil a try. It only costs $7. Set aside some time for a little self-care each day!
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