Thursday, April 26, 2012

Pretty

I used to want to be pretty, like a Mucha girl--
Got the Lancome landfill to prove it.
But now,
I just don't care--
I'm as nasty as a shut-off notice;
I don't even try.
I don't care if you look, and go blind.

I used to want to be somebody's Star, their Number One--
But now that shit is done.
I'm as lonesome as a broken step--
Don't even try,
Because I definitely bite, hard and deep,
And for little cause.
I'm the un-Mucha girl--
Part rage, part grief, all claws.
______



for Fireblossom Friday "Much(a) The Artistic" at Real Toads.

27 comments:

hedgewitch said...

'Lonesome as a broken step' not even good enough to be stepped on any more! GAH! This is heart rending, Shay, and damn fine writing. (And there's not much as nasty as a shut off notice, of whatever kind.)

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Dear Shay, You are not writing as much as channeling the private tapes of my soul and transcribing them. I'd ask you to knock it off, but it's damned entertaining and somewhat therapeutic.

Permit me to say this without irony or undue sentimentality: You know I don't know what you look like, but I do know you are beautiful.

Much love, el Mosk

HermanTurnip said...

All this piece needs is a few power chords and a decent hook, and you've got a hit on yer hands!

zouxzoux said...

Tell it. And never stop.

Brian Miller said...

hot little write shay....you know your beautiful...who else could write like this...smiles.

Mama Zen said...

This is wicked cool. I love "Lancome landfill."

Sioux said...

I too love the "Lancome landfill."

("Paint It Black" is one of my favorite Stones songs. I've never heard Vanessa Carlton's cover. Thanks. I enjoyed it.)

TexWisGirl said...

yeah, the landfill line was brilliant. but i believe your personality shines as your makeup. you don't fool us.

Kerry O'Connor said...

And unapologetic into the bargain! And why not? We should all own who we are, and others learn to take it for better or worse.

Lolamouse said...

Love "Paint It Black." This is wonderfully in your face. It's a sad commentary that "trying" means putting on make-up, though. Just promise me that you shower occasionally!

Shawna said...

"Because I definitely bite, hard and deep" ... That's about as pretty as pretty can get.

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Daryl Edelstein said...

me like anti-Mucha

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"Part rage, part grief, all claws".......great writing, Shay. And I LOVE (and echo) what Mosk says, above: you are beautiful. And you write like no one else on the planet.

Helen said...

Oh dear .. I have one of those Lancome landfills too, with a little Clinique, Bobbi Brown, MAC and Nars thrown in for good measure! I'm a junkie! I shouldn't care ...

Susie Clevenger said...

Love this!...my landfill wasn't formed by lancome...more wal-mart, but I have one.

Lynn said...

Very cool. :)

razzamadazzle said...

Such angst and hurt in this poem. Beautifully written.

PattiKen said...

You're singing my song, Shay. Love this.

Karen said...

Nasty...but oh so good!

nene said...

I love your beauty and I don't even know what you lQQk like

8-)

Mystic_Mom said...

This resonates with me, deeply, and I totally get it.

Herotomost said...

Lancome landfill....lol. This had some edges that were hard to hold on to. But you still hold on for dear life while your fingers start bleeding because its magic. I would pay for your magic show with blood any day. Great prompt by the way.

Kay L. Davies said...

You are wonderful, Shay, and this poem is wonderful. It is almost as beautiful as you are.
K

Hannah said...

I loved your prompt!! Thank you, Fireblossom! Your words personify the woman behind the art work I really enjoyed this, especially: I used to want to be somebody's Star, their Number One...great poem!

Mark Windham said...

bitter, harsh, wrenching and a hell of a write

haikulovesongs said...

damn! heart wrenching! the un-Mucha girl.... makes me wanna cry!

great friggin song!!!

darkangelwrites said...

I've felt like this. Turned off and turned in. Left wondering what all that care and worry over physicality was all about. Now divorced, I'm back powdering my nose. "Oh", that's what its all about.