"fandom" poems
Hermione taught me,
Never dumb down.
Prim whispered,
It's Okay to fall down.
Ginny smiled,
Don't stop loving, He'll come around.
Katniss screamed,
Seize the fire.
The doctor whispered,
Rose Tyler-
Haymitch scorned,
The people need to be raised!
Snape replied,
Always.
Okay, so we conflict.
Our thoughts fight.
But whichever fandom we follow,
As a fangirl, we unite.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
I can’t hug them, I can’t even see them
They are the reason for me to live.
I just have to believe.
I thought I was close
But suddenly the chances closed
I and my fandom are inseparable
But meeting them seems impossible.
I said I love you… you can’t feel it,
I cry for you… you can’t even see it
Because I’m just one of your million fans.
Impossible to hold your hands.
I’ve realized,
No matter what will happen
I’m just a girl in the crowd
Screaming loud.
Impossible to reach you.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
How shall I discover, uncover, and re+cover you?
the goal?
to make you mine, a follower. a fan, an intimate, a lover of'
each others (words?)
My options?
offered thee three to me!
A~Z,
or
your successes by
Popularity!
then of course,
read each crafted in order
of appearance,
but even that,
can be forward and back,
latest to last~est,
oldest to the knowing~est?
value your insightsfuls,
oh! on how to get best
into your insides but through
your
insights...
do I detect a tiny tremble,
in your finger writing tips?
random < in no particular order order> helter skelter?
you mean, be keen, like falling in loving,
discovering, the nuances,
old and new, prior and au courant,
just jump in, and let the au current
take me//
mmm
do admit, like a bit,
being big fandom of random,
which feels a tad like falling in love...
when the little surprises,
come best unexpectedly
tonight,
I will stuff myself with carbohydrates of additional sugar,
me love me sweets,
love me my bittersweet chocolate of triste,
which in english, has multiple levels of
most interesting con-
notations....
so down the hole,
who knows what will be
discovered
unveiled,
recovered,
hidden weaknesses,
historic strengths,
you asked...
and I shall be
the uncoverer
of the little tidbits,
that satisfy so much more
than just poetic simplistic curiosity
it is no wonder to me
that prolific and profile,
are rooted from the same
rivered source...
until later, then
sad eyed lady of the lowland (see note)
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 5:08 PM UTC
Our fandom, thou art awesome.
Fangirls gave you thy name.
Thy fangirls come, they'll never be done
on earth as it is on the pages.
Give us a fanfic for the OTPs,
and forgive us our dumb ships as we forgive those who ship 'em against us.
lead us from reality and deliver us form society.
our fandom.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
I can hear the lonely air whistle
As we fly on this time missile
The wind chimes
As it carries time
A time that is quickly fleeting
When it's death we'll be meeting
So as time keeps flowing
My anxiety keeps growing
Like the Reaper's scythe
It used to be a knife
But now it is my crescent moon
That will take me to my tomb
Time keeps passing
Time keeps thrashing
My skin is hardened
As my mind is smartened
I gain my impurity
From my seniority
But time slows when I'm with you
And you can erase the color blue
Please pluck me from your fandom
So we can tackle time in tandem
The clock keeps ticking
The clock is tricking
Me into thinking I have time
And so I begin to climb
The sands of my daunting hourglass
Sand hits the ground becoming my past
Your absence makes sand fall faster
My life becomes a natural disaster
I'm stuck in a sandstorm
Only you can reform
For the power of time
Covers me in grime
Time's gavel
Is my calling
Time travels
As I'm falling
The minutes feel infinite
Until they're gone forever
If we could be intimate
Time would be pleasure
I am missing seconds
As your kissing beckons
I start to float through time and space
Whenever I witness your lovely face
But that's time I'll never get back
So I must get my life on it's tracks
And reset my clock
And reset my ****
So I can see time clearly
And watch it float near me
Because in a life without your love
The passing of time fits like a glove
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
*"thats what the want you to know"
"they're just a boyband"
"you really think the give a **** about you?"
"your crazy"*
these are a few thing my friends tell me when i talk about my boys
but they dont know
they dont know about our relationship
even tho my boys dont know me i know that my boys love me
they dont know about my fandom and our powers
they dont know how sweet my boys are
or how better they make me
all they see is their stereotypes
they only know what they hear on the radio
or what they see on the t.v.
they only know the hit songs
and none of the other hidden tracks
they dont know how strong this fandom is
they dont know how many lives the boys have changed
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
The fandom did it better
They filled your plot holes
The fandom did it better
At filling your character molds
The fandom did it better
The added angst and comedy and depth
The fandom did it better
So I read the fandom, **** the rest
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:55 AM UTC
I love you more than I love my Momma
And quite a lot more than Republicans love Obama
I love you more than Miley loves twerking
And probably as much as teenage boys love jerking.
I love you more than hipsters love instagram
and about the same as the turn of the century loved the telegram.
I love you more than Hans loved Anna
and just as much as monkeys love bananas
I love you more than the asdaf kid likes trains
and most likely more than Anastasia liked pain.
I love you more than pandas love extinction
and probably less than pansexuality needs distinction.
I love you more than John loved his best man
and I ship us more than any fandom can.
I love you more than beliebers love Justin
and definitely more than **** maids love dustin'
I love thee more than Shakespeare loved tragedy
and the same amount as Ann is raggedy.
I love you more than Peeta loves Katniss
and almost more than cats love catnip.
I love you more than teachers love cheaters
but probably not as much as Jesus loved Easter.
I love you to the moon and back
and there is nothing that you do lack.
<3
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
I seem to have slipped,
My mind has missed a beat,
For what happened today,
Was quite a simple feat.
The odd pairs of fandoms
Are not spoken of, at best
Alas, I love one of them,
But should have given it a rest.
The pair went into my grade,
A short story that I wrote.
It was all nice and dandy,
Until I almost had a stroke.
My teacher saw my ship,
And looked at my confusedly.
All I knew to do,
Was apologize profusely.
She didn't quite understand it,
But grade still turned out well.
Ah well, it's not horrible,
But class may now be hell.
If you ship an odd couple,
Do not let it show,
Because fandom and reality are quite different,
Trust me--I should know.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
Back behind Gianni's bar
The Bluesman sings his tunes
To all the local n'er do wells
And to the stars and to the moon
His voice is coarse as forty grit
His playing smooths it out
He plays upon an orange crate
Comfort is not what he's about
Bluesman, Bluesman play a song
One sung just for me
One that paints pictures in my head
A song that I can see
Buskers, lined the concourse
The street where he was not
This was just a place for tourist fare
He was where the world forgot
His tunes were sung for no one but
Himself and to the air
Out front, that was another world
Bluesman, did not live out there
A crowd has gathered slowly
More of a group, than a real crowd
They heard about the bluesman
And out front was too **** loud
In back, you heard the feelings
Felt the music, heard the strings
You experienced the atmosphere
That a good old bluesman brings
Out of the crowd of fandom
Working his way through the mass
Was a young, tousled haired boy
Everybody let him pass
He rocked in one position
He felt the music ebb and flow
He looked where the notes were airborne
He saw the music go
The bluesman sat and watched him
playing stories, telling tales
Of drunks in old Las Vegas
And of sailors fighting gales
the young boy stood and rocked some
always looking at the air
He wasn't looking at the bluesman
He didn't know that he was there
He walked up to the old man
staring out into the space
that streamed the bluesmans music
right into the young boys face
the bluesman watched intently
As the young lad touched his hand
And he held the bluesmans old guitar
He became a member of the band
The boy moved even closer
If that were possible at all
He was feeling the sweet music
He was having quite a ball
The crowd watched as the bluesman
and the boy became as one
The boy resting his head now
On the guitar, having fun
He couldn't see the bluesman
But the music, it was there
The boy was blind, autistic
He saw the notes that filled the air
The bluesman kept on playing
For that was what the bluesman did
He was playing for the starry sky
And for this wondrous little kid
His mother came and held him
She took the bluesman by the hand
She said thank you for the music
For letting him be in your band
In a voice as smooth as Bourbon
The bluesman told her that her son
Could come and feel the music
The music makes us one
Bluesman, Bluesman play a song
One that's only just for me
Bluesman, Bluesman play a song
That only I can see....
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
Rooms are sort of a sanctuary---
especially for a teenager,
a place to build your own world
even though you feel sort of stuck there.
I took down everything in my room
before I left for college 4 years ago
and now it’s not so much my room
but a room that I stay in sometimes.
There are still remnants of clear tape
that held up posters and photos
and other teenage memorabilia
I surrounded myself with.
When things got boring or lonely
it meant sneaking out of the house
to wander around the neighborhood
with friends or headphones
and then eventually back in my bed
staring up at the stringy lights on my ceiling.
The time I snuck out and smoked my first joint
I didn’t know whether to cry or to laugh
at the fact that I could almost see
the community center I took swim lessons at as a kid
just beyond the end of the lighter.
I think I needed someone to talk to because things got bad,
but all of my feelings and energy went into obsessively building
a world for myself that I could survive in
despite the fact that it was hurting me.
I rearranged my reality into something bearable
but destructive at the same time,
because the only freedom I felt like I had then
was choosing what I wanted to see.
I felt closer to these things than anything in my life;
it was a world made up of memories with friends,
hours and hours of music,
and following some sort of fandom.
Leaving it all behind was like
killing a part of myself that helped me keep going.
Somewhere down that road
I realized that happiness was a choice,
even though my world made of things I depended on
was gone and my problems were still there.
I’m building a different world for myself elsewhere now
but sometimes I end up back in this room
and it feels a little empty
but also the right kind of nostalgic.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 3:35 AM UTC
There are so many of these girls
bright, lovely pretty young things who’ve suddenly—
(like it was a choice)
taken to all this madness of reading books,
drinking fancy tea and pretending that
they didn’t care about boys or clothes.
well i’m your messenger from the future
your ghost of Christmas past
Let me tell you now that i’ve always been the girl who
Was lonely in high school
Who preferred her books to nights out spent partying
and drank hot cocoa by the liter
and never once considered herself lovely or pretty
that was until i traded in my precious uniqueness
for the generic, unoriginal cutout that i superficially am now
i skipped meals for weighed almonds
put on heels pretending to be tall and cool
but i still stumbled and hoped no one saw me
boys came and talked to me but all i could manage was
awkward sputter that was a sad excuse for words
or else talk to them about books,
politics, social issues and science
until they walked away afraid their eyes telling me
She’s crazy.
let me tell you now, honey
being a geek isn’t cool
whatever trend or substance you’re on forget it
geeks are awkward
****** weirdos with their own language
who blurt out random fandom quotes and references
they’ve known by heart since they were ten.
If you think it’s fun to be the only one laughing
at a joke you were sure everyone knew
of to get stared at like a madman
for speaking klingon, elvish, harry potter, star wars, Dr. Who.
it’s not silly child, my lovely
for in all their uncoolness
geeks actually think they’re cool
well i’m your messenger from the future
your ghost of Christmas past
Let me tell you now that no amount of make-up
can hide the fact that you still preferred Kafka and Bukowski
over cigarettes and alcohol and clublights and you
(not really sure about this one, i like alcohol and cigarettes too)
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
am i God's creation
am i hell's son
am i a peace treaty
or am i a machine gun
am i Machiavellian
or am i dumb struck
am i the music
am i the fun
am i the tears
running down your cheeks
am i unturned pages
you are waiting to read
am i the killer that struck your soul
am i the love you wanna take in once more
am i waters floating in your bath tub
wil i make it replenishing
or make you numb
am i the cold weather that touches your skin
am i hot water that runs down your chin
am i the sovereign democratic country or
am i the one still longing for freedom
am i time ticking every second
am i the crowd shouting for fandom
am i the lips that you caress every day
am i the ears that hear everything you say
am i the pillow on which you sleep
am i your heart that thumps every second it beats?
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 2:14 AM UTC
Of football I was once a fan,
Can't escape it, in lucky land,
The AFL footy finals grand,
Fandom from birth,
To the grave, for what its worth,
Does it only happen here?
Old Melbourne town, fandom cheers!
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 9:45 PM UTC
You said you want a guy who loves to roll the dice
He might get a six, but mine has twenty sides.
Like Lucy in the Sky you won’t believe your eyes
Like Dory be surprised and forget the other guys
People aren’t something anybody can own but
I heard about a thing called inter-library loan
Run my fingers down your spine
and dog-ear the pages
Our story will be told for ages and ages
Just call me love,
‘cause all you need is me
Must be shortsighted ‘cause you are all I see.
I know no man’s an island,
But I’ve got a big peninsula
Step onto my deck
And maybe we can get molecular
I’m not part of your fandom
I just want to see the show
Got reasons to hold back
Let’s pretend we didn’t know
Call me fire, call me death
I’m a dragon named Smaug and this rap is my breath
I’m sweet and empty inside, if that’s what you’re after
I’ll open right up and you can call me candy rapper
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
time
too late!
soon.......total war
total agony
we have squandered our "talent"
the devil is inside the house
the devil---whom we ignore
in favor of "lovers"
whom we abhor
-------
the "poet"
crawling aimlessly
thru vain words
in search of fandom and praise
a trail of vacuous inane "poems"
mar the silence
and like vampires
drink the blood
of human consciousness and empathy
-----
lemmings lemmings toward the sea
off the cliff
we
go
go
go
go
go
Dec 21, 2010
Dec 21, 2010 at 11:31 AM UTC
Love is everything right and wrong with the universe.
From midnight phone calls because you can't sleep to
Midnight fights because you came home drunk.
From telling your crush you like them to
Telling your vows to the person you plan to spend your life with.
From spontaneous picnics on a starry night to
Surprise proposals.
From going to depths of hell for them to
going to the flower shop to buy them a rose on Valentine's Day.
But most of all
It's for anyone,
Regardless of
Gender,
Race,
Age,
Religion,
Location,
Fandom,
Fashion sense,
Music taste,
ANYTHING.
Love is for anyone.
No matter what.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
**** being an example, I'd rather be a warning
Because while you're bored in Heaven I'll be in Hell burning
While you're growing up I'm just a punk forming
so I can join in on the rioting and storming
**** the government
and tell them they can get bent
just because I'm not Heavensent
and I don't believe
don't pray for me or grieve
because I'm not just an average steve
or Adam
Christians are just members of a huge fandom
God didn't do **** everything is random
For respect I won't ask, but I'll demand them
give it to me
and let me free
unlike you
but I can be a decent human being too
I'm not a sheep or fat cow so I won't baa or moo
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
Watch who you alloy WITH/
tools you employ WITH/I emphasize
WITH/
no exaggeration/
emphatic to their exasperation/
no caption no captain all to captivating
verbose elocution what? verbose?
what ever
You write doesn't become rote/
the execution of the elocution of the words that Were spoke/
problems arose oppose deal with them aplomb/
synchronizing with flows currency is then what becomes/
electrifying with these verbs action astound/
pound for pound every now and then do a thing with a noun/
pronounced or
yet possibly you haven't notice/
surmount the insurmountable couldn't count the posers/
when most fake it you get most focus/
internalize their emotion fuel the fire ferocious/
fandom analogous?
non comparative/
A new style I guess/
tandem me and 26 The Narrative/
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 11:51 AM UTC
I sit in contemplation
trying to close my eyes
so I turn off the playstation
and drop my phone with a sigh.
Earlier, I tried to eat a pear
'cause fruit is healthy and stuff
but it was too hard for me not to care
it just wasn't ripe enough.
This show I've been obsessed with
and the manga after that
have busted that subconscious myth
that fiction has a lesser impact.
How long will I spend in the depths
of the fandom and content I find
accessible at my fingertips
and flooding through my mind?
When will I sense the ending
of this era of nights spent reading
headcanons, and content expanding
on the world on which I'm feeding?
Last night the latest chapter
was out on my mobile app
and I stumbled across it after
going to reread whatever was last.
It hit me like a ton of bricks
like the weight of hardback copies
of every scene the author depicts—
sent shock throughout my body.
A character who, before this day,
was invincible and proud
not unrivaled in his sway
but always drawing a crowd.
And then the last page caught me
and I could not look away
as tendrils from the enemy
cut through its raging prey
Too quick to be avoided
the hit was meant for another
but he knew he'd been appointed
as savior to his brother.
Taking a bullet for the one he abused
the one he had hated and cursed
before their fates were irrevocably fused
without either harsh role reversed—
All perceived slights against him
any contempt he thought he had shown
was forgotten as he jumped out to save him
His body just moved on its own.
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
*being in a fandom is like life;
there's only one way out*
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
This debilitating cynicism leaves me throwing fists,
blindly, unkindly I deliberately hide so that you cant find me.
Unmentionable, the seeking of attention that we require,
and I impede my own desires with a silent fear of fire.
Hold me higher than your loved ones,
mask my bad intentions.
I wish I was as pure as my lustless suggestions.
You try to fall, I’ll hold you back.
I surround myself with your artifacts.
My mind wanders with a sense of urgency.
I watched you fade away from me.
I discreetly try to imbibe the origins of your resentment.
Above me you reside as I strive for mere acceptance.
Escaping dignity, I ruined the bridges I built,
and bruised by your excuses I melancholicly wilt,
condemned by a guilt that I can’t abandon, My love for you is more than a fandom.
I’ve derobed your more times with my eyes than you have with your paws,
Our time together was macabre, Showing all of our flaws.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 3:12 PM UTC
A night spent with a fandom family
At a place where you can be yourself
With bands that understand you
Where you can say Thnks Fr Th Mmrs afterwards
For them making you never feel like you're alone
Cause they made it feel like home at the show
That's What Hella Mega Tour Means To Me
Jul 29, 2021
Jul 29, 2021 at 6:05 PM UTC
Lost in the fictions I didn't write myself;
Stuck in the stories up on the shelf.
Exploring the spaces between the lines,
The images swirling inside my mind.
And it's an addiction, the emotions compelled:
I'm wrapped up, consumed by their endless spell.
Please never rescue me from my delusions,
And may these tales never reach their conclusions.
If the fantasy realms and other dimensions
Cease to be, I would disappear with them.
For I am a composite of fandom and myth,
Without which, I'm sure, I couldn't exist.
So leave me to drown here in legends and fables,
The sagas and series-- all lands with no equals.
The characters conjured: imaginative haunts--
But the feelings they give are the best that I've got.
Don't save this damsel for I'm not distressed;
Just leave me to wander through some fictional quest.
If I cannot fit in the world that's created
Then leave me to die here between the pages.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
Dear Mr. Styles,
To some you are just a member of a UK boy band
but to me you are so much more
Your voice has put together pieces of my heart
and brought my soul back to life
Your personality has given me courage
to treat myself with respect
The way you carry yourself has inspired me to be strong without being prideful
Your sense of humor has caused me to laugh through tears
The things you say during interviews are so random
It's the way you make me feel good about being different
that makes me proud to be a part of the One Direction fandom
You have taught me to not be ashamed to want to be with a decent man
whenever I was feeling down you, Liam, Zayn, Niall and Louis
were all there to hold my hand
It's because of you I have learned to stand up for myself
and not take **** from anybody
You have done more than just make music
you have reminded me that I am somebody who can do amazing things in this life
Thank you for always staying grounded
and not allowing fame to turn you into an *******
Happy 22nd Birthday
You are loved immensely
(Every woman has a celebrity crush who makes her feel great about herself. Mine is Harry Styles.)
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 7:23 PM UTC