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Asher 4d
I want to be a vtuber,
a pixelated dream,
to dance on a virtual stage,
adorable, agleam.

I want to be an idol,
a songbird on display,
to twirl beneath the spotlight,
in a shimmering ballet.

I want to be a teacher,
to guide and to inspire,
to plant seeds of knowledge
and watch them catch fire.

I want to be famous,
my name a whispered prayer,
to revel in the chaos
of adoration's snare.

I want to be problematic,
a storm you can't ignore,
to stir the hearts of critics,
to leave them wanting more.

I want people to judge me,
to love me through their hate,
to draw the broken masses
like moths to flame's estate.

I want to be known,
to etch my name in skies,
to bask in fleeting glory,
to chase eternal highs.

I can be anything,
a shapeshifting cascade,
a dreamer, a rebel,
a shadow, a parade.
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I felt a funeral
between the timid breaths
of ruination, we plucked
to death the melancholic florals
called time flowers,
translucent growths
with crystal hearts,
gifted them to someone else's children,
placed them around the waist
of everyone else's wives.

When plucked,
that crystal core dissolves,
emitting the light trapped within.
perpetual splendor or
the endless cycles of death?
do the normal rules
of chronology apply?

Look now! here comes
the great unwashed riot,
we live in an age of visual saturation,
where tragedy and beautiful
distractions crowd in on all sides,
clamoring for our attention.

Perhaps the dystopian premise
is part of a fiendish plan,
becoming the backdrop
to a fluttering cornucopia
of florals, each outfit paraded
in the beginning of May,
a blooming display of finery
hiding a complex
network of roots –
sponsorship deals,
brand calculations,
dedicated craftsmanship,
exposure opportunities
– beneath its pretty skirts.

~
Xiola Nov 14
Infamy
An attempt to cheat mortality
And live forever

an effigy
Uranus, his jester privilege
The worm that turns

Infinite streams
An inner world
Which is?

Formless, Limitless
aurelian thread;
Immortality’s proxy.
Zywa Oct 31
Ambition is: not

valuing yourself enough --


It is a defect.
Novel "Requiem voor een vriend" ("Requiem for a friend", 2002, Han Voskuil), chapter 1951-1956, August 9th, 1954 - Amsterdam, Han Voskuil (and Jan Bruggeman ['Breugelman'])

Collection "Not too bad"
Zywa Oct 23
With a broad chest
a ******* tongue
beautiful feathers, a hot breath
and a forked tongue
they live on our skin

We little ***** rats in the eyes
of the screaming crowd
that rattles the fences
in the zoo, the cages
in which we are trapped

The gorillas who clear the way
the hyena who says she is helping
the peacock who dresses our hair
the dragon for our image and
the hissing of the tour manager

Don't step on their tails
and don't feed them, please
Just let their airs
explode, no more ground
beneath their feet
Novel "the ground beneath her feet" (1999, Salman Rushdie), chapter 1 The Keeper of Bees

Music album "Hot rats" (1969, Frank Zappa)

Collection "Low gear"
Vanity lights.
Production sets.
Heat on high.
Dim lit.
Fame is all in your head.

Truffles in the air.
Wine stained carpets.
Knife over the bed.
Lipstick bruises.
The low numbers aren't fair.

A throbbing migraine or two.
Smoke envelopes the halls.
Hushhh, play another lullaby.
Of course not all dreams come true.
There'll always be a new one, more than you.
Emery Feine Sep 30
I grew independently, totally alone
Forever wanting to just belong
But no one came to me, so I thought to myself
"One day, I'll prove them wrong"

And when I finally became successful
I had fame, I had wealth
No one showed up to my celebration
The only person I proved myself to was myself
this is my 78th poem, written on 1/23/24
Zywa Sep 15
People's fame only

lasts a short time, that I learned --


from theatre plays.
Novel "The sea, the sea" (1978, Iris Murdoch)

Collection "Unspoken"
Don't waste your time on play and fun,
if yourself you want to carry.
To wealth and fame you should make a run,
before you are to marry.

In younger days you have a chance to make your life succeed, but if you wait there will come a day from work you shall retreat.

For precious time is gliding by in Winter, Spring and Fall,
in Summer time you should relax as time does bind us all.

Don’t sit and think and take a chance on things you can’t relate, a narrow mind will only end behind an iron gate.

So look above but not too high, not where the kings are sitting, the higher the eye of heavens will rise,
the closer it is to setting.

On stormy days avoid the wind when rules do not apply,
no mortal soul shall have it all, for all are doomed to die.
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