"celeb" poems
My life is closely guarded
people see my face, know my name
but the real world doesn't know me,
they only see my careful mask
Yet, here I write
I publish poems,
My deepest, raw emotion
splayed open for all to see!
In the real world people see me,
But here I'm naked,
exposed for all to see and know,
like a celeb with **** photos
on their iCloud
What a fool I must be!
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
A child without water,
a rich man drinks his coffee.
A father unable to provide,
a rich kid gets a new car.
A mother lies awake, body ravaged by AIDS,
while the Hollywood hills expose their costly ills.
The dream of equality is nowhere to be found
while the lives of the many are repressed and pushed down.
Executives and suits lived gluttonous youths
while a father works to death to fill his children’s mouths.
There is a solution to this problem of society,
one which the telethon celebs won’t give up quietly.
It doesn’t involve guilt-trips on TV.
It doesn’t need attention constantly.
Socialites shouldn’t seek their own satisfaction
if the only result is our continued inaction.
What is really necessary, what really needs doing,
is to get out there and get ourselves moving.
It’s the work of us commoners
that will fill up the bellies.
It’s the donation of the middle class
that will educate young ladies.
The revolution of giving needs to be started
or else who will care when our own lives grow stunted?
The world all together relies on us all
to give out our hand and make our brothers stand tall.
It’s these simple acts which will strengthen the pillars
of mutual respect for our society’s sisters.
So don’t wait any longer for a celeb to rise up.
It’s these people below them who’ll fill up the cup.
No debutante or heir can fill every belly
by thinking of their pride and unearned glory.
Never before has it felt so right
to be the common man, helping a peer in his plight.
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 3:16 AM UTC
From poem #27 of THHT3
...We all know what’s going on,
The Young & The Restless could be a list that’s forever long,
of confessions composed as a set list but not sung,
we all know They are attracted to the Innocent & Young,
because in the twisted logic, of their perverted minds’ tongue,
they think by being with children, they’ll stay Forever Young,
it’s disgusting, & I’m so ashamed of the city I’m from,
that I’m not even having kids, nope not even one,
because I already feel bad enough for those already born,
wish I could warn every daughter & ever son,
& don’t get me wrong I’m not trying to single out Hollywood,
the problems are much more widespread just ask The Vatican,
or the over 800 Boy Scouts that say they were abused,
by the hands of those that were chose to lead as captains,
yeah man not much is mentioned but lots has sure happened,
lots of names go undisclosed in the drawers of the Pedo-Files,
Roman Polanski, R. Kelly, Brian Singer, Jeffery Epstein,
& those are just the ones that have been exposed,
we all know most crimes go untold,
& no please don’t take this the wrong way,
I’m not trying to say every celeb likes kids underage,
in fact most of those that act are kind, protect & fight back,
nor am I saying I always mean attraction in a ****** way,
I’m just saying I feel confused & it seems like everyone’s gay,
or at least strange & most don’t know how to behave,
& I want to care but these days who cares anyways,
I guess I don’t anymore, I just want to get away,
just want to escape, so I’m running away,
I’m leaving Neverland, never to return again,
I’m leaving Neverland, for real & forever man...
from The Hollywood Hills Trilogy vol. 3
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Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 1:50 AM UTC
Oh, you got your politico pals
Posting stuff about them blues-and-reds
Oh you got your new-age pals
Posts about their chakra dreads
Oh you got your pervy pals
Posts about their whips and spread
Oh you got your journal pals
Posts about their EX and meds
Oh you got your comic pals
Posts of grumpy cat in bed
Oh you got your trendy pals
Posts of food and celeb weds
Oh you got your gossip pals
Posts about what so-so said
Oh you got your music pals
Posts of bands on every thread
Oh you got your mother pals
Posts of how their babies fed
Oh you got your nightlife pals
Posts of each local they’ve tread
Oh you got your righteous pals
Post of what you need instead
Then you got your artsy pals
Oh someone shoot me in the head!
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
So visual
Men
We sit them in front of TVs
Where barbie doll lookalikes
Singsong stereotypes
In search of the perfect man and family to cater to
The little girls watching think this to be fulfillment
I change to the news
And fake **** read the newest disaster
With a splash of celeb gossip after
Girls look to mirrors with shame
And I pray to love a blind man
Turn to politics
Where we find women
Like four leaf clovers
To pick out and scrutinize
Dehumanize
Objectify
She must've shown too much leg again
Because there's nothing of her words on the tabloids
Now young girls will only know power in their bodies
Wearing stolen ******* and a stolen smile
Stripping off her self respect with her dress
I live in a patriarchal society
That plays down feminism like a government scandal
I am oppressed
I am repressed
But this is not a woman problem
This is not a feminist problem
This is a societal problem
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
So, you're a dreamer.
You dream of being a celeb
Who's chased and snapped,
Emulated, envied and rich.
That's a lovely, although
Common dream.
Why dream
Someone else's
Dream,
When you can choose
Your own unique
Future.
We don't have conscious,
Sub-conscious, or,
Unconscious control
Of our dreams.
This time,
You do.
Dream to be a
Bricklayer,
And build others'
Houses of dreams.
Dream to be a
Cop,
And help others escape
Nightmares.
Dream to be a
Farmer,
And feed billions
Of hungry spectators.
Dream to be
Good parents,
And raise dreamers
And realists.
Dream to be a
Fine friend,
And take Selfies
Til your arms
Drop.
Dream to be a
Teacher,
Who brings
Others' dreams
To fruition.
So many dreams
To be had,
So many people
To fill them.
Never stop dreaming
Awake in
The real world.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
the echo ran along the wall
across the dew moist grass
and fell like a plea upon my ear
the sky was bruised to a deep blue
and as i fell to a dizzy thought
and found myself on my knees
isnt it strange we never notice
the pavement till we kiss it
and i frenched this piece
her southern belle voice
reached down into my dizzy thoughts
and with a strong finger grasp of her will
pulled me back to reality
and up off the floor
lest a skeeter get 'cha
i humbled a thanks
and together we made the parkway
the echo danced a little
ballerina twirl on my eye socket
for half the night
sky beginning to clear like my head
after all that deep winter snow is thousands
of miles north and a million years from here
the flashbulbs start popping
as some celeb wanders by
catch his drunk eye
and without having to say so
he wished he could swap places with me
as the camera hounds followed him up the road
poor slob
lest a skeeter get 'cha
the echo
waited in the denver snow
and followed to the motel down on broadway
where she probably still waits for me
to come tapping on the door
but that town is far behind me
and for that im grateful
her thin pale white hand
trembles on your arm
and she looks up at you
with a clear desire to be heard
push your yesterday
but your strength waxes and wanes
as versions of yourself
echo down the wall
across the dew moist grass
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
Reach high in the sky for the stars
And you will fall over and over
Preach why as you show your scars
Search for the rare leafed clover
Take destiny in your hands
Attack all of your goals
Tell yourself your demands
And Fill in all the holes
You over analyze until your lying there still
A Spider in his web waiting for the next ****
But it's time to branch out and spread a new web
Utilize all your skills and break bread as a celeb
Understand me please
At least I'll have tried
I must taste the breeze
Before I have died
I want to live and write
I want to right the wrong
I"ll walk into the light
After I've sung my song
So if our paths may cross
I invite you to come explore
You have to try this sauce
It makes life taste even more
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 3:49 AM UTC
Yes
this happened again
oh please dont blame me
your harsh words
are still echoing in my ears
yeah,I'm a celeb
the third grade celeb.
no one cries for her
someone used to
but I'm certain now
Nobody will ever do
Was that all?
Am i so bad?
the answer is.
ermm
yeah.
Right?
Did i just happen to me?
When i think about it
my eyes shine so bright
into sorrow and pain.
thats all what i had?
nothing do i mean?
Oh no,I'm not lying.
I used to live an isolated life.
i guess now i have to go back to it.
I'm broken into torments.
do you see that?
never did it happen before
but yes!
Someday someone had to get rid of my trashboxiness
That was supposed to be you,maybe
A small hill had to become a huge mountain
just like on misunderstandings.
Nothing i can say
my sorrow is latent
you cant see it
never did i expect this from you.
i wish it never ends
your actions.
hurt me.
your words
b
r
e
a
k
me
your silence
K I L L S me
your ignorance Dissapoints me
just one question to answer.
why me?
guess those words were right.
my friends .oh,there are no friends.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 9:24 AM UTC
Accompanied by sorrow and danger, a seagull scream splits through the air with lightning speed! The silly mood of happy hearts was soon challenged; trapping, false promises! With the unstoppable temper of the sea waves, it swells and the slap of my chasms and all the petty old-fashioned blows, the blade-sharp criticism of the sword against another deliberate Judgment against My Humanity are growing in me! The suffocating Solitude is already decomposing in everyone; trusting hearts are revealed to you with traps!
The wandering wanderer of split spaces: something constantly pursuing and encouraging, with my wandering destiny, deliberately confronting itself in the deserved dreams of the Universe! It breaks into pieces year after year, month after month My soul narrows boyishly and squeaks in its uncertain chasm; your gentle shock only a few researchers can’t understand! He who carries my chubby face lives in me and as a copy kid you get after a lost star! A swallowing career vortex flashes in the wreck of the unpredictable Future!
Sensationalist World spits on everyone first, then chews well on daredevils, minute-human, hysterical cedars grab fame cheaply! My selfishness can keep me awake alone; I stumble hesitantly, cluttered with myself, I confess my things are done! "I became a fugitive-wild as an alien emigrant among the former Human-Celeb craze!" My soul refraction is dull, I have suffered timed wounds on the lies of fools!
I guess if I die as a counterpoint in the rich, spawned light, will the immortal Beloved be lifted up with his golden-hearted nobility?
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 2:02 AM UTC
There used be this radio station
....Until I a w a k e
That played all the songs I really liked
. .....*We just ......hope that you
ma de it.*
But it never came in quite right
*We hope that
you're celeb
ratin
g.*
But I still used to listen everyday
With peo. ple you mis...shhhhh/ s.
To the static.
*And bur..... li
ke a beaco
n,*
Because somehow it was still satisfying
*Guidi
ng........... our s
.............hip*
And when it would rain,
*aroun
d this helli
sh shoal.*
I guess it cut out the interference.
I'm happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed,
And maybe thats why...
I feel you when it rains
Cause I'm missing you to death.
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 4:31 AM UTC
(_Hook_)
The way we be online,
stocking, posting are our way to spend time…
Be aware from this virtual world,
Its nothing but the drag,
To zero from One…
There are some good to things do,
But fake virtuality on your mind
(_1st Verse_)
I hate social media
Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat
And all that crap cause Hey?
It’s misleading our ******* Generation
Look at our youth today
They can’t look up from their tabs cause they’re
too much obsessed with what’s going on
Gossips and all that stupidity
Hey, I’ve got a new pair of shoe, I gotta post that
And hey, look at That girl on beach
Ain’t she cool? I gotta double tap that
You see? Our youth are too much engrossed in ‘looking and acting cool’ than in being true
To who they really are
I mean they’re acting rich online buh those **** Kids are struggling offline
And what’s this thing about having friends
You’re never going to meet?
Not now, not ever?
(_Hook_)
The way we be online, stocking, posting are our way to spend time…
Be aware from this vertual world,
Its nothing but the drag,
To zero from One…
There are some good to things do,
But fake virtuality on your mind
(_2nd Verse_)
Friends who’ll never be there for you
Physically or emotionally
Friends who will never understand
How you really feel
Friends from the other side of your screen
I mean, **** social media
What’s the use of having Four-Thousand friends buh they will never be there for you?
What’s the use of uploading Thousands of filtered photos just to look cool?
***** you should get out to the sun, life is perfect, it doesn’t need to be filtered
And so, my dear sisters
You don’t need that crop top to look beautiful
You already are
You don’t need that mini-skirt to look fabulous
You already are
Don’t let social media dictate to you
What should be social
Don’t feel left out if you can’t afford those heels
you saw Natalie with last week
Chances are, they were be borrowed
Don’t feel left out if you can’t come up with
a catchy on fleek nonsense
Chances are, it was copy pasted
And you know what?
Part of the reason why I hate social media
is because it has revolutionized
our thinking abilities
We’re now thinking in terms of likes
comments and shares
(_Hook_)
The way we be online, stocking, posting are our way to spend time…
Be aware from this virtual world,
Its nothing but the drag,
To zero from one…
There are some good to things do,
But fake virtuality on your mind
(_3rd Verse_)
**** Social Media
It’s sad to realize that people’s worth
is now measured in terms of likes
It’s sad to realize that you can be a celeb online
But a freaking ******* offline
You can be a ******* player online
But a freaking loser offline
Social Media has become a platform of hiding who we really are
We’re hiding our traits behind those screens
**** Social Media
You ain’t giving us a chance
To be ourselves
Fake accounts, fake profile pictures
**** Social Media
You’re only giving us a chance
To manifest and present
Our alter egos
And you’re getting it all wrong
We’re now more like, who we dream to be
Than who we really are
(_Post chorus_)
I hate Social Media
But when all is said and done
I’m still gonna post this online
Cause at the end of the day?
I still want you to subscribe
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC
Tamable wolves are raging outside like a mob of people; a storm-hurricane roars like this when the immense horde-mass starts. A storm of art - not so much anymore - so that only a few on-duty Celeb-stars can become really big altar-jerking ******** whom the next generation of cyber-ass will look up to as worthy role models. Beauty contest, Anna-ball, but for what?! The good-sounding promise-speech flows from a jug, so that an employed model-presenter can always do well, since he hardly knows anything else.
Because "some" have to be barefoot to march even the length of a street towards success and a certain dubious fame. The exhibitionist overheatedness of voluntary, but still publicly humiliating, naked undressings is necessary so that a tabloid channel that is already doomed to die can still produce the sufficient number of viewers. Because every futile existence here is now torn in two and the simple man, tearing his hair out, can no longer decide what would be better?
To go or to stay in this wasteland doomed to Nirvana?! Among the fluffy roots that were already intended, that which could not even be born yet. The introverted consciousness that does not lie to itself cannot be a virtue now, but rather a conscious mistake. It would be good if superficial faces would not only suggest manipulable duplicity - but would redeem reality with a little sincerity and the pearly waters of tears. Why do we now have to to listen to what and how the wolf pack of the troubled city night is howling, completely out of its senses?!
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 12:23 AM UTC
The direct, circular reaction between chemistry and electricity
gestates a cyber-space that pretends to know something
about autonomy.
Unfortunately, the website sparks the Shakespearian within me.
Unfortunately. It translates and relates with the mission not to deviate,
but as I read "O Villainy!" my eyes glance suspiciously at the sidebar propaganda:
*Don't make these makeup contouring mistakes,
there are nine bases in hooking up now,
celeb quotes that will make you feel better about yourself.*
"O Villainy!"
O, say this device don't know squat about me!
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
Sometimes life surprises you
you go from pink and sparkly
to black
from this girly girl
to a tomish boyish thing
you go from society
to individual
or atleast on your journey
you really don't know what will pop up next
what challenge
who you'll face
what you'll face
its scary but exciting at the same time
like...
you could become a millionaire tommorow
you could meet your fave celeb
you may finally find your answer to all your problems
like...
life is that roller coaster
that your so mutherfucking excited to ride
but them it starts up and your scared as hell and you dont know *** to expect from it
it may go down
mybe to the left
or upside down
like you don't ******* know
but once the twist is over
you relax and realize it was nothing after all
but in life we can't control a lot of things
like people
things just bound to happen to us
....life
but i'm practicing patience
positivity
and faith
because that is all.....
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
Through the many multidisciplinary glasses of Time, I wear the footprints of cowardly, intentional runs, old wounds! In the silent darkness of my blood-branched eyes he still sees and gropes palpable spots, like one who has wolf blindness; the seductive romance of balsamic sunsets first fades and then burns into my soul degraded to shipwreck! Every beautiful compliment and fashionable bouquet has become a commonplace! Paid guides explain where they can get their feet better on logic study trails!
It’s already going on a sleekmet ***** from the dazzling house of the many sizzling swear-and-talk screens! It’s as if brainwashed, culture-aborted beasts crave oxen from simple sentences longing for the word magic of cathedrals, while they can’t really understand simple magic words either! The gimmicks of kicked, dust-stricken kitty lives sink under puffy celeb people because of the **** things! In tortuous brains, the creative ingenuity lurking in the chain rings, as you know there can be no way to break out!
Pieces of ready-made, superficial dream-lives will fly apart if they do not listen to the Word of Humanity: the etiquette rules of good manners and chivalry are forced into a selective waste collection; Who else can find Treasures from the endangered contemporary, dying Anonymous cultures as the ruins of the sinking Atlantis ?! What kind of eye-catching publishers? "It should be seen beneath the surface with cosmic horoscope eyes, in the depths of vulnerable souls, and all that could once be valuable could remain in the migratory wills of migratory birds!"
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 3:04 AM UTC
Up the ladder?
Be careful
A million are dying to climb
Some are wishing to pull you down
Many would wish that you fall
A sincere heart,rare though,is wishing you the best
If you are a celeb
Be careful
For in anger
You sacrifice a fan
And
Not enough though
Influence ignites
Influence against not for!
Wall cracking?
Don't share that story
Your enemy knows that .
Just correct and by surprise,
You get them off the odds!
They will fall,
To a folly trap
In your wisdom
Receiving curses ?
Reply good
Let people read none sense
In your sense
Be thankful for you will hurt them
They missed a point
They wanted a figtht ?
Give them peace !
They fail their mission
If life give you thousand odds
But only one reason good
Cling to the one
Linger the one in mind
Refuse the odds
And your missions
Will never fail.
Slow is the pace
Speed can be a mess
Care is the virtue!
To my friends
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
What happened in Tuticorin is no less than a democide,
the state snuffing out lives whom it supposed to protect.
The reckless and depraved disregard for the lives,
brought out the ugly and monstrous side of the state.
The state is taking the lives of its own people,
to give 'ease of doing business' to its tycoon cronies.
To enable them to grab lands, flout environmental norms,
violate labour laws and to usurp the natural resources.
People gave up their lives and achieved martyrdom,
to protect the 'ease of living' of their fellow humans.
To let them have a breath of fresh air and a gulp of pure water,
and to enable them save their natural resources and environment.
Democracy is no longer ‘of the people, by the people, for the people’,
it got hijacked to become ‘of the 1%, by the 1%, for the 1%’.
The neo-liberal spaces ever expand and public spaces ever shrink,
till the society is transformed into an oligarchy, into a tycoon fiefdom.
Tycoons campaign finance the politicos to get ease of doing business,
people queue up and exercise their franchise to get bullets in return.
This is the time to reclaim our democracy and regain our lost power,
the only way out is democratic deliberation and political confrontation.
Let's set aside, cricket, soaps, celeb gossip, reality TV and selfies for a while,
and spare a thought for those who breathed their last fighting for our rights.
Let's make sure that the lives of those who fought for clean air won’t go in vain,
by showing that we are the masters and oligarchy is only their pipe dream.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
All show!
CREATIVITY
That creates nothing but revenue
--
EAT YER POPCORN
boys and girls!
--
HARDLY HUMAN
Jesus Christ!
We're hardly human
---
--
Amid the death dealing. criminality
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
Not the Celeb Striptease that bitterly enters everyday life, the fierce spiritual sin that can reach the intentional peak in deliberately sold-out ****** pleasures! The stench of revenge that does not reach the perpetrators still smells so far! All the candles are already broken! Already, the ghost roller coaster is puffing in idiot showcase heads! As a stair constriction, they cut off the path from career opportunities! For pious handrails, you know, there is hardly any laurel these days!
Buksi also cherishes childish hopes for Hope, which is the only opportunity to hold on! Man would be forbidden to crush himself; on the trampled donkey ladders of careers, only the better known can have the prerogative! He can be succeeded as Susuphos by those who have managed to book accommodation on the shores of failure! The cultural and human **** lurking in everyone can still backfire and hit hard!
Thrown out depression should be forgotten; loudspeakers should stay away with their inexplicable accusations once and for all! Overbearing bad faith gets stuck in every fence obstacle! As an iron ball thrown into a river, he dredges in a confused seaweed, the unknown groping, who could better understand the giving emotions!
A ship that has been sinking for a thousand years has become a beautiful prayer of morals and compliments! Things that happen happen are always always repeated, and the human mind often wonders: how does it exist to put young chicks in well-paying jobs with a giggle giggle ?! "Every scene tolerates the Traitor, but only a few trust him."
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 2:27 AM UTC
I.
season of goodwill
exchanging of gifts beneath
artificial tree
-----
II.
time for family
trinkets spill from cheap crackers
exhausted punchlines
-----
III.
time for tradition
same old movies for children
naff celeb specials
Dec 22, 2023
Dec 22, 2023 at 4:02 PM UTC
Dear Carl,
Can I call you Carl?
Our unconscious is collective and a lake of shared experience.
Is the internet an instance of your theories?
I have some queries.
Are these the facts Carl?
Our reflections are collected in a cloud of pooled intelligence.
Is the aggregate a marker of our species?
I have some theses.
Are these our thoughts Carl?
Our enquiries through our browsers hint a dull and cloudy somnolence.
Is the synthesis the same by demographic?
Is this just traffic?
Is this our worth Carl?
Our reprovals and our sledging smacks of asinine belligerence.
Can we speculate more broadly from this sample?
Trolls, for example…
We all have separate phenotypes,
made up of common archetypes,
that form a unique prototype,
for human contribution.
The flavour of each megabyte,
requires an active acolyte,
that gives objective oversight,
to tally the solution.
But what about the eloquence,
beneficence, benevolence,
the sympathetic sentience,
within this cyber-netting?
And what of interinfluence,
of conscious counterviolence,
considered, caring, congruence,
of giving more than getting?
Are you happy Carl?
Your proposals once ethereal now digitally real
—the collection of our thoughts a cyber-consciousness reveal.
Sure, we focus on crash diets, haircuts, shoes, and plastic surgery.
We are more than just a vessel for the latest celeb pregnancy.
These excuses for connection are a cybernetic basis,
for the comfort and affection found across our networked spaces.
While the electronic camera snaps the shadow and insanity,
it also frames our kindness in the brilliance of humanity.
I think it’s fine, Carl.
Sincerely,
Jill
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 9:25 PM UTC