"instagrammable" poems - Hello Poetry

i bathe in milk an alkaline to bleach the acidic stench of stress out of my poor pores i lie in a rose garden the hummingbird flying over me to cleanse the noise of the distant city sitting pretty with cucumbers over my eyelids while a lady caresses my nailbeds with a file it seems menial; that this is supposed to make me feel better on the outside when inside i’m in denial self care is not just an instagrammable bath bomb exploding in the consumer’s face like the feeling exploding in the feeler it’s realer. i washed today, brushed my teeth today got dressed today i’m impressed today. today i am a phenomenal woman. today i am a higher being; i am maya sitting in her mansion sipping on her sweet tea smiling sweetly; reminiscing on her millions.

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Mar 28, 2018

Mar 28, 2018 at 6:29 AM UTC

hannahvandepeer

Maya (Part II: an Exploration of Self-Care)

i bathe in milk an alkaline to bleach the acidic stench of stress out of my poor pores i lie in a rose garden the hummingbird flying over me to cleanse the noise of the distant city sitting pretty with cucumbers over my eyelids while a lady caresses my nailbeds with a file it seems menial; that this is supposed to make me feel better on the outside when inside i’m in denial self care is not just an instagrammable bath bomb exploding in the consumer’s face like the feeling exploding in the feeler it’s realer. i washed today, brushed my teeth today got dressed today i’m impressed today. today i am a phenomenal woman. today i am a higher being; i am maya sitting in her mansion sipping on her sweet tea smiling sweetly; reminiscing on her millions.

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more bronzed rectangular packets of muscle almost visible underneath another white tight shirt the stench of deodorant or aftershave or cologne or a cocktail of three enough to send a throng of blondes in my direction eyes like sapphire halos cheeks that shimmer phones infested by a palette of pictures all samey all shots of a head tilted this way that way back again and if only a little more funny pouring jokes in with your drink giggles reverberating off from the gaudy lights looking so Instagrammable we’d have fan accounts by Monday our own personal emoji ITV wanting us for a series and a blue tick on Twitter you see it too you must and if you say look babe we look good together I’d smile and say yeah babe don’t we just

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Apr 4, 2018

Apr 4, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC

reece-aj-chambers

If Only A Little

more bronzed rectangular packets of muscle almost visible underneath another white tight shirt the stench of deodorant or aftershave or cologne or a cocktail of three enough to send a throng of blondes in my direction eyes like sapphire halos cheeks that shimmer phones infested by a palette of pictures all samey all shots of a head tilted this way that way back again and if only a little more funny pouring jokes in with your drink giggles reverberating off from the gaudy lights looking so Instagrammable we’d have fan accounts by Monday our own personal emoji ITV wanting us for a series and a blue tick on Twitter you see it too you must and if you say look babe we look good together I’d smile and say yeah babe don’t we just

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we're all the ******* same. we wear hoops in our ears to seem gangsta, wear black to show we don't care, we're all existentialists fond of nietsche we write poems and laud self expression as a new god, the god of the self. we listen to the most minimal techno while smoking cigarettes that will **** us and we don't maintain eye contact too long or we'll fall in love because we're so not used to raw human contact. we **** on drugs god forbid we let someone see our real selves, stripped down, not hiding behind a haze of being high. we yearn for a greater meaning, and strut around like roosters pretending we care about politics but the world is collapsing on itself and all we can do is write facebook posts, millions of the same laments. we don't actually care, except as a way to boost our own egos for being informed. we care about living in the moment, paying exorbitant amounts of money to rave in a desert with thousands of other people also living in the moment. we don't want ugly friends, beautiful friends are so much more instagrammable. we all care about having perfect sunglasses, perfect shoes, perfect hair, more than having a perfect world, perfect understanding, perfectly imperfect, fought for love. no wonder we keep smoking to shorten our hedonistic lives. our minds are decaying while our bodies are getting primed up, glossified, matted, blurred, made more perfect every day. nazis have an undercut? well, every boy in america has one too. go punch a **** not because you think it's the right thing to do, but because you want to be cool. we're all just followers, all just tools. and writing all this out makes me the biggest tool of all, because it's nothing that hasn't already been written a thousand times before.

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Aug 20, 2017

Aug 20, 2017 at 7:46 PM UTC

janet-li

millenials

we're all the ******* same. we wear hoops in our ears to seem gangsta, wear black to show we don't care, we're all existentialists fond of nietsche we write poems and laud self expression as a new god, the god of the self. we listen to the most minimal techno while smoking cigarettes that will **** us and we don't maintain eye contact too long or we'll fall in love because we're so not used to raw human contact. we **** on drugs god forbid we let someone see our real selves, stripped down, not hiding behind a haze of being high. we yearn for a greater meaning, and strut around like roosters pretending we care about politics but the world is collapsing on itself and all we can do is write facebook posts, millions of the same laments. we don't actually care, except as a way to boost our own egos for being informed. we care about living in the moment, paying exorbitant amounts of money to rave in a desert with thousands of other people also living in the moment. we don't want ugly friends, beautiful friends are so much more instagrammable. we all care about having perfect sunglasses, perfect shoes, perfect hair, more than having a perfect world, perfect understanding, perfectly imperfect, fought for love. no wonder we keep smoking to shorten our hedonistic lives. our minds are decaying while our bodies are getting primed up, glossified, matted, blurred, made more perfect every day. nazis have an undercut? well, every boy in america has one too. go punch a **** not because you think it's the right thing to do, but because you want to be cool. we're all just followers, all just tools. and writing all this out makes me the biggest tool of all, because it's nothing that hasn't already been written a thousand times before.

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