After Danez Smith's Dinosaurs in the Hood

Let's make a movie called Lil Peep In Heaven
Transpotting meets 8 Mile meets six xanax bars
There should be a scene where Lil Peep climbs up a few flights of Stairs and makes it to the pearly gates, because there has to be pearly Gates

Don't let Bella Thorne star in this.
In her version she tongue-kisses Peep,
Chews scenery in platform boots and bright pink
Ripped jeans. Fuck that, Peep has a tattoo removed
By a saint, his laser is proof of all that is good

I want a scene where Peep throws his pill bottles
At Ganesha, a scene where Allah tells Peep he'll
Rot in his grave forever if he doesn't stop
His antics. Don't let GothBoiClique hold a
Funeral for Gustav. I don't want any of that

Sentimental shit about love and how life is too
Short. This movie is about a man/boytoy/ugly and dying thing,
Restarting his life with all the real-ass gods and patron saints and
Deities
Of every religion and every afterlife

I don't want some funny, dreadhead living in LA with a tattooed stick And poke commanding presence. This is not a vehicle for someone to Play Peep, this is a vehicle for Peep to play himself.]
I want his bitches, white or not, praying. I want them far from their Knees.

I want Lil Peep to ride in a Benz truck down from the clouds, Screaming with spittle flying from his mouth the entire time.
I want Layla to post another video of Gustav slapping pans together Like a child. And I want Peep to see it all.

But this can't be a death movie. This can't be a death movie. This Movie can't be dismissed because it's too dark, or that a dead man is Playing the leading role. This movie can't be about crying, or cause people to cry. This movie can't be about a long history of emo coming To an end. This movie can't be about dying.

No one can say Peep is a pill-popping asshole who deserved his death Who wouldn't say it to his cadaver. No big pharmacy jokes in this movie. No bar, capsules or gels in the heroes, and Lil Peep never dies & Lil Peep never dies & Lil Peep never dies. Besides, the only reason I want to make this movie is for the first scene anyway; Lil Peep climbing up the cloudy stairs, his eyes dilated & empty

                                   the heaven before him filled with congratulations

After Danez Smith.

I welcome psychotic breakdowns
Ugly crying
Violent arguments
And overwhelming bad news

Don’t worry
Each disturbing moment
Is just a chapter in my story
A short clip
In the kaleidoscope montage
That is my reality

Capture a heart wrenching moment
In three second bursts
And repeat
Until there's an hour of footage
So when it's done
Twenty years will have passed
From the first moment
To the last

In a futures world
I'll be better off
In a successful career
Traveling the world
Not famous enough to be recognized
But known enough to be quoted
For a line of my solemn life
To be an everyday phrase
Recounting my memories to strangers
Creating inspiration for the broken

Freeze frame.
And rewind.
Because this isn't my movie.

I'm in someone else's tale
No matter how tragic my back story is
I'll stay locked in
As a background character
A bully?
A victim?
A destroyer?
A teacher?
An enemy?
A friend?
Will they know I'm their co-star?
Will they make room for me on screen?
Will they even notice my presence?

I'll be forgotten
Lost in a sea of miniscule roles
So these disturbing moments
Won't be reduced to three seconds
And there'll be no Twenty years later flash forward
I'll be stuck in every second
Forever pushed to the sidelines
Forever questioning
If the next person I meet
Will be the main character
In this movie I'm trapped in

Madam X Nov 8

I'm that girl who hopes to be taken by the hand
And drifted off to neverland
Leaving my worries behind me
And soaring in the sky, free

I'm that girl who waits for a prince
And a strong true loves kiss
But I don't really need saving
It's only the passion I'm craving

Im that girl who wishes to live in a Disney movie
With nature, songs, and tremendous beauty
But instead I live in a tearful drama
With blackish skies and lasting trauma

Abby Jo Oct 15

The sun rose and peeked through my window forcing my eyes open for the day
The dream interrupted, another of you, replays like a movie scene
I force myself up and feel the carpet under my toes, reminding me it was just a dream
Some days, you are all I think about
Other days, you don't even cross my mind
Almost two years have flown by; years I thought would take an eternity
Who are you now?
What do you do with your days you swore would be nothing without me?
I don't miss you

I'm just curious.
A Sep 30

He was enjoying
Man of Steel
While I was enjoying
the company of my superman.

I didn’t like L.Lane for Kal El
Saint Audrey Sep 28

Grinding....
Grinding....
Grinding....
Grinding....

Fuck it up for human invocation
Leaving it silenced, drawn and quartered
Clawing for the scraps left over
Forager focused on finding the way back home
Sidetracked by a kid left crying
Alone, in the corner

Grinding...

Paused, with rain drops weighing heavy in the air
I can feel my lips turning blue and
Twitching, but not from the cold, from
The fear

It's more literal than I could dare dream in a waking nightmare
I can smell every molecule tantamount to another realm that hangs motionless in the air
My mountaintop becomes a rooftop garden, overlooking the city
City...
Grinding...

Low on almost ominous note grows colder in my ears
Blowing on winds filled with the spite and righteous
Anti Holy
Fully loaded laughter of the
New root
New kid
My lips still moving
No sound produced
And my mind
Grinding...

I love sin but I still pray to god for you

Argue for arguments sake
Fucked up on the uptake
I thought that you might want it

I Forget
tonight
The fire springs back to life

Stealing glances and words that you never understood
Stooping lower than we ever could
Splinters made of holy wood

Might not want to look at him
Or catch that glimpse in his eye
Already my mind races, and my bones are shivering
At the thought alone

Brickwork backing still traps maggots
And filing paperwork
For bad trap habits
Knowing more than
The form suggests
The massive mast that must form then fall, the way to find it all, the all it becomes and the fall of man, come one come all, see the holy man

Grinding

It is a cold friday morning
and the sun isn't rising
I am on my bed doing nothing
The whole day is so boring...
I decided to take a zip of coffee
And a bit of bread to fill my tummy
I sat down and turned on the TV
And watched one theatrical movie,
This is how I spend my day
Sleeping, eating, watching all day
And if you think I had nothing to say
You're probably right, we'll put it this way...
I am just boring so I wrote this poem,
Do you think its nice? Don't get me wrong,
I have a lot like this, much better and long,
Some are Stories, Quotations and Song.
Now if you want to follow me,
To see my works and poetry...
Just leave a message or talk to me,
So you can join my World and Fantasy!

©2017 John Vincent Obiena. All rights reserved.

I was lazy that day and I don't have anything to do but my mind works and words started to pop up!

She endeavor sentimentally to enliven chocolate
till we're both finally in a rotunda as sweet
and intuitively match with just a Hershey's kiss
while a distraction is like something on screen
with their soundtrack and film avant-garde today.

Seema Aug 21

Stars light the dark sky.
Cold creeps with falling degrees.
Covered in warm quilt,
Sipping on hot, ginger tea,
Watching old classic movie.

©sim

Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
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