Mirrors #2
mirrors: an hour glass leaking its dust into the transparent black
like the fiery explosion of love after he mixed in his ash with time
how I, broken and laying in its pieces of shattered glass am color blind and
how you wish that you could erase the sunset, but now we can't go back
like bells: ringing and burning through the lies we carry around in our hands like
bullets of hope, smearing fear across our faces, too late to be golden
too late to re-paint the blue back into your wrinkling eyes
clocks: tick tock along to the beat of our stolen hearts
time is running away somewhere with the wind, playing hide and go seek in the shadows of the sky
there is no time: there are clocks, to slow the progression of
the truth who defied the mirror in all its glory and horror like he,
beauty once sprayed into our eyes, she is, buried beneath our feet , and with the hourglass
that we can only hear though, we can never truly find.
-MM
If you think about it
I like when the sky dumps its rain onto my head
while the sun is still shining and not because I like
to see the rainbows because there is no color
there is black, and there is gray
and all else is mere illusion. collage of facade
of non existent beauty to drop on our heads
as we pretend to be happy while bathing in life's
essential poison. The sun wants to dry our tears for us
but the sun isn't really honest. And he only comes out
after the rain has done its eternal damage, the sun cannot
save you or me, for that matter, and its fraudulent light
is only a mere shadow behind the truth behind rain bleeding
down the into the clogged drain. Telling the truth is temporary
though lies will forever remain
back in the shadow of our hearts the sun will indeed,
come out again. Just remember what it feels like when
it shines on you, everything is possibly nothing
and nothing is probably meaningful,
a facade to drenched in truth for it to remain
remember the dream forever
truth is nothing, drink up the lies and drain the reality
happiness and joy are
-MM
did you ever hear me crying in the bathroom?
did you see the light at the end of the street
that night when the sun was exploding as I was driving to
your house, rotting the black lust burning under our feet?
and was it you who blew the smoke my way and
who threw the dead rock at my window when everything shattered at once,
that one day
and was it your idea to make the radio play
every song, on every station, for every fucking one to
remind me of you, it had to have been you
that one night when you made it rain just whenI thought I was finally going to be okay again
did you see my reflection in the mirror in your house
forging a smile as you wandered away
do you remember hearing me crying in secrecy
in the bathroom of that house, that one day?
you never asked but, i would have said I was okay
you always are always
too fast for me
to catch
you before you run away
-MM
myself, summer 2009
Playlist:
1. miss misery-elliott smith
2. fond farewell-elliott smith
3. norway-beach house
4. someone great-LCD soundsystem
5. autumn sweater-yo la tengo
6. you know your right-nirvana
7. stars-the brianjonestown massacre
8. atmosphere-joy division
9. reflection-cass mccombs
10. chicago acoustic -sufjan stevens
Currently...
-clocks and watches
-vintage mirrors and vanities
-beach house
-paintings by James McNeil Albott
-wearing menswear and baggy t-shirts
-stripes (esp. red ones)
-lollipops
-temporary tattoos
-socks underneath sexy heels
-alone time
-chanel campaign SS 2010
-the 90s rather than the usual 60s
-the rain
-rain while the sun is out
-routines
-grilled cheese sandwhiches
Thank you for everything, fashion gone rogue!
I am sad to deliver the news that as of today, fashion gone rogue will no longer be. The reasons and conditions as to why are explained in her note posted on the site. If she earns a minimum of 2,400$ she will be able to continue her posts and updates on the site. I love this site and am deeply saddened. It seems a bit unethical to be funding and donating money to a fashion blog as there is so much global tragedy occurring in present day (Haiti) however, it would be wonderful if this lovely site could be revived and maintained.
:(
