†Joanna-Raquel† .poetry in despair.

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[CONSTANTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION]
Joanna Raquel
“The more you become like what you have dreamed for yourself, the more authentic you are.”
I'm in love with anything and everything Horror
Music is essential. Crucial. Existence would be awful without it.
Any excuse to dress up and apply fake blood, i'm there.
Me, alone in a room with canvas and paint. Heaven. It's been so long.
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard.
The one girl in the world who IS NOT a model. Enough already.
I'm willing to be in almost any decent horror film. So ask me. Lets bring back the Scream Queens.
The Cure.
I think the only way to say it is exactly how it is.
Six hundred and sixty six.
I plan on making my way through life by piercing your body and applying your makeup.
I am immensely opinionated and won't hesitate to explain.
I'm a female. I wear makeup, enjoy fashion and no-one will change me. Please don't give me attitude or sass because of this, and I won't say a word about your need to underdress.
Regardless of my stance, I'm really quite approachable. Don't let the crossed arms scare you off.
Vintage clothes [circa 30's-50's] excite me.
I get sick of everything all the time and crave change.
Hot sticky scenes, you know what I mean.
I won't eat animals now or ever. Just accept it and lets move on.
1959.
Robert Smith is forever where my heart is.
I don't make excuses for who and what I am.
I'm emotional. Overly, he says. It's probably true.
I'm building an empire of concert stubs. Slowly.
Goth is the best word in mind.
I refuse to accept monotony in my everyday life.
Its not as complicated as they all make it seem.
-Peter Murphy-
Cuts You Up
You've got guts to spill, but no-one trustworthy
I never answer if someone knocks on my door.
In any case my phone doesn't ring
so I never notice it.
I occasionally just walk past
and pick it up
to see if anyone's there.
-Robert Smith-
"I made love to the howl of the wolves
with a dark haired girl.
So if you wanna hear evil,
Come a little bit close."
-Danzig-
Androgynous Men.
The Pin-Cushion Queen
Her skin is white cloth, and she's all sewn apart and she has many colored pins sticking out of her heart.She has many different zombies who are deeply in her trance. She even has a zombie who was originally from France.But she knows she has a curse on her, a curse she cannot win. For if someone gets too close to her, the pins stick farther in.
Irish blood
English heart
This I'm made of
There is no-one on earth I'm afraid of
And I will die with both my hands untied
-MOZ-