Look here! No here!
Buy me! Want me! Use me!
Don’t you see? I make you happy!
Post. Scroll. Feed.
Dig. Carve. Feast!
Smiles. *******. Wealth. ***.
For you we only want the best!
Watch your friends. Watch your fans.
Watch someone you’ll never know.
No! Here! COME AND SEE!
The world plants a desire,
and tells me I must douse its fire.
But this morning I toasted some bread
and read a Japanese poem about geese,
and I realised that all the time I lease
to smartphones and buying things
could be simply spent with a coffee, reading
a text that makes my bleeding heart sing.
And there I felt a sense of elation.
Seeing it for the first time.
A sense of interest.
Soft spoken, somewhat political.
Funded by interest.
The likes and dislikes of what lures the climate of smile.
It felt surreal.
A breath of fresh air.
A simple reminder of the smallest thing.
Not once did it feel that it was too much.
Not once did it feel that it was vain.
Watching episode after episode,
Subtle unsubtle laughs.
The gist of different references.
Spontaneous in the avenue of conversation.
I drove to get a second look. Then once more around.
The freedom of advertisement.
Officially elected in detailed statement.
A festival of sorts.
I would turn the corner and see all of my favorite characters
represented by my most favorite character.
To compliment surprise her cheeks rose like a billboard.
If marketing research counts, I was instantly sold.
Finding she was a avid merchant.
Her infinite knowledge for detail.
The gap bridged between listening and speaking.
A new experience to a different sector of my brain.
The rescue of a struggling smile.
A festival of bright smiles and laughs.
Corners of strong jawline and spontaneous conversation.
It was incredible.
Catching the most important reference,
My favorite character in life.
Wearing a Bob's Burger t-shirt
Granting smile in a instant
Another 5 second ad
Another 5 second ad
I can't ****
- ing skip!
Not that I've not the time
-- I do!
What is typical is shown
What is me is mostly unknown
I don't want to be the ghost in your eyes
before I've lived, before I'm dead
sometimes it's easier than others to feel like a product.
The new Genre Tourist Punk
is sailing the nation.
Hawaiian shirts and white keds are lining up all around Orlando to see
up and thrifting bands like
Lighthouse tour and
Founded in a Starbucks
by Toni and Dash,
two MECA grads one student loan away from selling out and getting involved in
the lighthouse painting business,
The Band: Lobster Trap
gave birth to a whole new genre.
Toni and Dash decided they needed to provide music that was expensive. niche.
Something unspeakably mundane.
With smash hits like
"This traffic is *******"
And "My name still isn't Joe".
Lobster Trap is flying
up the American top 40
faster than you can say socks and sandals
Sales of "I HEART LOCATION" merch has skyrocketed with every launched tour.
Crowds of L.L. bean boots and visors are Moshing, breaking poloroid cameras over each others heads in a salmon rage.
old school punk fanatics were skeptical at middle aged middle class suits getting into their scene.
until it hit them that they could now throw punches
at every pedestrian who ever cut them off.
"Hi thirsty, I'm Dad." By Land of the Polite
Has been played more times in the last year then any taylor swift song.
Money once invested in college-bound middle class vacationlander spawn is being wisely spend on bands like "discount Polo",
and "Local Diner"
if you spend an obscene amount of money on travel fair, and over priced, cheaply made souvenirs;
Or Work in customer service thriving to see those leaf peepers choked out by their own ***** packs.
Do yourself a favor.
road trip into your local bullmoose
sporting your states name on your chest.
And Treat yourself to an exclusive new album
of TOURIST PUNK.
Multiple beautiful faces,
and precise, practiced grins.
It's easy to understand
why it makes me thirsty;
they invented bottled bliss,
eagerly and professionally selling:
beauty, happiness, companionship---
all for the price of $1.50 with tax
at the cost of only my dignity.
Affordability and availability,
it's no wonder it's high in demand.
The American success story:
to sell simple desires
to the lazy, naïve man,
who believes he can't
obtain them otherwise.
It's crystal clear that it's not right. The strangle hold of control, that governs the public. Were force fed advertisements by corporate Americas budget.
Television in America uses terror to channel, the media as a weapon, and your attention as ammo.
We're so caught up in the now, we can't see threw the confusion. That we're just living puppets on our strings, and freedoms an illusion.
Poem By: KLOYAL Est-8-2015
warning / disclaimer
LOW SELF-ESTEEM, BUT CAN SEEM HIGHER THAN QUEENS AND KINGS.
totally cute at least one day of the week.
lots of emotions to love and beat.
under 18, so but don't worry ! ! !
you're probably not mature enough for me yet
I like long conversations about art and me and that cat that likes to give birth in the middle of the road.
how inconvenient am I?
I only need a few things to be ace and be completely worth your daily grace.
bathe me in your electricity, feed me diamonds, sleep with your arms around me - door locked, but wide open, kiss me like Cassandra told you that Troy will fall.
Buy now !
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Friends, aren't you sick of seeing literary dysentery
Undermine those posting on Hello Poetry?
Criminals is what they are--
Killing the Latest poems on the Home bar
Isn't this place meant for art;
Not for advertising coming from retards?
God Almighty... we need to do our part!
So, I propose we start a petition,
Purging this place from egregious repetition!
Are we not artists, merely wanting to post our works?
M**ay I suggest we put an end to these jerks?
I'm really getting tired of these sports announcements on the latest page! These ******* are taking away space from the poets who have every right to try and be heard, but they are being drowned out by the mindless posts of these ******, slavering simpletons! WE MUST TAKE ACTION! TAKE THIS SITE BACK! REPOST AND GET THE WORD OUT!