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Rose Jul 28
Walking down the street, flaunting like I own it
Every head turning my way, my way
Pink heels on my feet, daunting like I grown into it
Dancing like it’s made my day, my day

It’s like you’re that boy I’ve only read about
The one who ends up with my red lips on his cheek
That one boy who I’d die to have
But the one who rips my flowers and calls me weak

Yeah, you’re definitely that boy

Never felt love before and I’m probably failing
But can’t you see I’m desperate to make this work?
It would be amazing if you just cooperated
Ugh, boys, aren’t they just the worst?

It’s like you’re that boy I’ve only watched in movies
The one who all the girls pray to like a god
That one boy who plays stupid games just to win
That kid who’s got his own cheerleading squad

Yeah, you’re definitely that boy

Yeah, you’re definitely that boy

You know what, I changed my mind
I don’t want you after all
You’re that bad, bad boy who’s pretty, so what?
You’re just that stupid glass doll
Take your stupid games
Take your stupid names
Yeah, you’re definitely that boy

That boy
A poem about how the most popular people are sometimes the most obnoxious.
Carina Apr 17
dear society:
why do you proclaim
ignorance is an easy
passage to popularity
jealousy is how to earn respect
tearing eachother down is
how to succeed
and caring takes you
on a route to failure
how does this establish
humanity when it is almost
Man-made phenomena
litters the sky,
these satellites orbit themselves
--celestial magnets
befriending the galaxy.

Eccentric hours of
the day and night
lend themselves to the after party,
where the girls run in spirals,
the boys just taper off,
it’s a strange side effect
to all the confection and confetti
--an interstellar jackpot
with all the quirks!

There’s no moon out of reach
to bury one’s flag in to
or hang a quote from,
no riddle wisenheimers can't
complacently decipher.

As missions go this is prime
and far too lucrative
when the star machine
starts throwing back from
the electronic heavens,
shooting them off
in such bizarre bans
of incensed fire,
a sure reflection of fireworks
against the artificial currents
of this drug.

There’s no catching
these shooting stars
lightyears from here,
but if you ask nice,
they just might send you a selfie
the next time
your trajectories coincide.
Inspired by the surreal art of Justin Peters.
Mitch Prax Feb 18
Why do I still crave
validation from people
who I've never met?

7:10 PM
You're the greatest one here, and everyone knows.
The best people stay, the bad ones go.
You constantly remind us about your strength,
your list goes on, far in length.
The rest of us are rocks in your road.
But you've kicked us away, and there you strode.
We've been below you since that day.
But you don't care about us anyway.
You're the queen of the hill, the rest of us ants.
Crown on your head, you always enchant.
You're bigger and better, the rest of us small.
We mean nothing to you at all.
Maybe it's okay that we fit in the cracks.
Go back on the road, and here we'll backtrack.
I don't need to trample like you.
Kings and queens are overthrown too.
Tizzop Nov 2019
manager demanded: write
for all of 'em

conscience claimed: write

yesterday time
stopped passing by
yesterday i
floated above the
hudson river

grand mansions
polished shores


the pillage started when
scavengers pillaged

don't get me wrong you
get me?
Tizzop Nov 2019
dear idol i
want to be like you

dear idol i
want to be you

scratched your name into my arm
your face is my tattoo
your tattoo is my face

been listening a decade
to your lyrics i'm all

'bout it
wit it

re-in up
bossed up
fetish for dough

baby i be yours
take me as a gift

my game tizzop
Today is a good day.
Sabrina Oct 2019
i'm pathetic
a sad excuse for a human being
i'm yet another one
who walks aimlessly down the lane
hoping one day i'll be free
from the demon in my brain
i love someone who shall never notice me
i love someone who is too good, even if he did
perhaps i'm not sane,
perhaps love is what's causing all these migraines
maybe one day i'll realize
that you're too far from my reach
you're too popular for me
so if you ever did look at me,
what would i be to you?
perhaps another female fan
begging with a preach
but i see so much in you
and you would never have a clue
honestly, these feelings are tiring
so i have to be poetic
in attempt to show the world what i'm feeling
why won't these useless feelings for you
leave me be?
Northern Poet Sep 2019
My timeline is filled
With self indulgent selfies
Searching for gratification
And self satisfaction
Need to get an instant reaction
Some social media traction
There's no time for distraction
From this digital attraction
You can't get enough
Of the interaction
1,000 poses in your camera roll
Narcissists are taking control

It doesn't matter
What the time
Come wind, rain
Snow or shine
Just make sure
You look devine
Lick your lips
You're looking fine
Flip the camera
And strike a pose
Making sure
Everybody knows
Here's your next
Digital daily dose
Does it really matter
Which ******* filter you chose?
I feel like I've lost my soul
Narcissists are taking control

The bathroom
Is the perfect spot
Take your picture
Before you Photoshop
Bunny ears
And a rainbow smile
Frogs legs
And a crocodile
Snapping away
Well all the while
You could have been
Down the Curry Mile
Instead you're out there
On your own
Sat at home
On your ******* phone
Sharing pictures
With people you don't know
You'll end up on the ******* dole
Narcissists are taking control

1,000 poses in your camera roll
Mirror selfies
And online trolls
Constantly searching
To find your soul
There's no way out
Of this black hole
Just one more post
On your way home
Narcissists are taking control
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