"tiktok" poems
i watch this website fall apart
the entire screen freezing as i try to log back in after so many years
and after taking ap principles last year
i can kinda tell why
i am now seventeen
with only a "youthful disposition" to be seen
but only living for her
the little kid who thought being old was all there was to be
fruitger aero
y2k
grainy photos from yesterday
it was never about getting here
it was just about getting away
and crying over an indie album
from 2008
the words hit me harder than any song from a tiktok artist today
were we never really alone?
strange individuals from ten years ago
once scorned, now cherished by the youth
and i ahead or simply behind?
the useless porcelain jars from the thrift store hold more soul to me than any shirt from target ever will
born in the correct era
for now i can love the previous one in peace
strange how we only like something when it leaves
Dec 11, 2022
Dec 11, 2022 at 3:46 PM UTC
skipping rocks and skipping meals
magazines are teaching her to eat less, no matter how she feels
models on instagram, tiktok, youtube, and twitter
setting unrealistic expectations with their photoshop and glitter
in size two jeans, hoping to squeeze into ones
it looks like she's living the dream, but in reality, it's not a good one
1000 calories or less, isn't it nice?
she's living in an eating disorder nightmare disguised as paradise
she's losing weight, but not feeling as though she's won
she doesn't want this anymore, when will this be done?
she's dropping pounds, but feeling so shattered
compliments left and right, but it's hard to feel flattered
she's eating nothing at lunch until she's too light to function
the cafeteria starts to feel like a dungeon
feeling sick when she eats "too much"
kneeling in the bathroom using the toilet as a crutch
and then she overcompensates with exercise
when will the people around her start to hear her cries?
things are out of control, it's becoming too much for her to handle
her world feels as though it's starting to dismantle
her mental & physical health is deteriorating as she loses the weight
when will they see what it's doing to her? hopefully before it's too late
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 7:56 PM UTC
suddenly
i completely
understand
tiktok
it is a direct
result
of the time
and is responding
to a clear
demand
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 11:22 PM UTC
TikTok is pure trash
Except for the girls and gays
All of them are lit
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
Di ko mawari kung bakit mas masakit
Ang mga katagang "mataba kana"
Pag sa bibig mo galing ay mapait
Gusto ko lang sana'y madama
Na sayo ako'y may halaga
Ngunit imbes na matatamis na salita aking madinig
Ang pagtaba ko lang iyong bukambibig
Kung sa ibang tao ay kayang palampasin
Pero pag ikaw ang nagbitiw,
Kaya akong inisin
Oo, maari
Sa timbang akoy nadagdagan
Aba'y sa quarantine nga naman
Oras di mo na malaman
Minsan di mo na nga namamalayan,
Dalawang beses kana palang nag hapunan.
Pero kasalanan ba talagang maituturing
Ang makailang beses kong pagkain?
Eh sa may kaya kaming ihain
Afford po namin
Ang ilang beses na mag saing
Mas pinipili ko kasi magluto
Kasi la pa ako lakas ng loob mag TikTok
Lalo pa ngayon nasabihang mataba
Aba aba
Hampasin ko yang pangit **** baba
Pero joke lang kasi mahal kita, kahit na bash moko miss pa rin kita
Kaya hayaan mo ako magtampo ng konti
Bukas baka humpa na ang inis
Kasi di kita matiis
Ikaw ay aking miss
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 2:17 PM UTC
Pyaar such me andha hota hai
Pure din baat hoti hai,
Lekin gn msg na aane par dard hota hai.
Bas subah ** call uthaoo phir batata hu,
Ye question man bana leta hai
Subah phone uthate hi
Missing you , Love you
Isase jyada bolne ka oukat nahi hota ha
Pyaar such me andha hota hai
Man daba Kar puchata hu Kal juldi so jaye the Kya
Isme bhi respect Dena hota hai
Nahi tiktok dhekh rahi thi msg pe dhyan nahi Gaya
Sun ke man me gussa lekin chehre pe sirf muskurahat hota hai
Pyaar such me andha hota hai
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 12:06 PM UTC
when you left
you took the color with you,
and now the world
is like an old television set,
with muffled sound
that grates the ears,
and a picture
that cuts in and out,
filled with static,
in brilliant black and white,
that's made more of shades of gray.
did your world get more vibrant,
when you de-saturated mine?
or did the color
disappear entirely;
slipping out of your fingers
to be consumed
by the void
where my heart
once lived
Contributed by @the.poetic.gatsby
On Instagram, Threads and TikTok
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 9:13 AM UTC
I’ve gone over tiktok, then instagram, then tiktok then
facebook and no sign
no sign of you, this is odd that you would
after a year of dumping me with no contact,
saying you are happy with her,
that you’d stay gone, today as well.
Oh I know .
I know one does not love like I love if one
has not got damage, you feel so sweet in my
head; in real life, I might push you
away, in here you are mine, forehead pressed
to me, mine, I keep
your heart in the palm
of my hands, like
a baby bird, I keep it
gently, I could
break its bones
real easy, I would
never,
in real life you hold my head,
a sickly child all over
again, I cannot
hide my eyes and pretend
I am invisible like I did
then, I know
you have seen me, you have seen me
and you will not say the words;
when you do not
speak them, I want to die, you
call me friend, in real
life you frighten, you
do not want me, or that’s
not what you said, you said
you want me but
can’t choose me over her, said
you were happy, now here
I am, here, it’s been so long
you’ve crushed it and still,
somehow it
pumps, I
dreamed briefly of
crashing into rocks
instead of you, not
for you, for men,
all lovers betray,
I still have the note,
sits hollow and quiet, in
my google docs, IN CASE
I **** MYSELF, I edit it
sometimes, add people, it's
in comic sans, just to
**** with you all,
but days like today I imagine
I imagine you and forget you are
not coming back ever,
ever, not as a friend,
not as a lover, not
ever
not coming back, ever
I watch videos of me imagining
your reaction,
look at angel numbers, google the meaning, and
twin flames,
when there’s nothing to hold on to -
I invent it. I hate that I am like this,
it’s why I survived.
I hate that I am like this,
how I love you is not
normal, one should
not love like this, It's
okay, I just need
to **** the hope, I need
to make the hope stop.
Mar 21, 2023
Mar 21, 2023 at 2:49 AM UTC
10 pm
i saw this girl on tiktok she was so pretty
12:33 am
why does everyone my age look so much better than me
2:45 am
wow i look nothing like these girls
3 am
i'm going to starve myself and maybe i'll look right
4:56 am
positive affirmations. i am beaut-no. i can't compete
8 am
i can do better
10 pm
i saw this girl on tiktok she was so pretty
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 6:50 AM UTC
TikTok comps
Russian bots
Makeup tutorials
"I'm not like other girls"
Trolls and incels
BuzzFeed articles
Gay fan fiction
Many a pun
Demonetization
Censorship
People hiring hitmen
Buy some hair clips
Twitter ramblings
Anti-vaxxers
Flat earthers
And a partridge in a pear tree
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 8:52 PM UTC
I’m over Siri-ous,
I’m over-charging,
My screen time is up,
My audio levels are up,
I was watching **** again,
I’m searching stupid things,
I’m not closing all my circles,
I haven’t walked long enough,
I don’t stand at all the right times,
I may be an online shopping ******
I’m spending too much time on Tiktok,
My heart jumps around the wrong guys,
I’m looking at bright screens late at night,
I’m getting too many calories from cocktails,
I’m not taking full advantage of my subscriptions,
I need to upgrade my hardware, software and my attitude.
Mar 11, 2022
Mar 11, 2022 at 11:07 AM UTC
i see things in high definition colour, but
july is the only month that fluctuates—
between florida orange and, later, burnt sienna;
everything between the 1st to the 31st
is dipped in a honey-glaze of three things:
1. warm, sticky air
2. the feeling of 6pm
3. bicycles riding through fields of fireflies.
naturally, i spend most of july in my bedroom—
the heat gets to me, makes my allergies flare
and i watch movies; old, 80s, movies (or—tiktok clips
of the same movie, only broken up into thirty-six parts
that i view from my bed with my naked legs spinning vertical circles through the air).
i always forget the feeling of august
until it’s there again. july
overshadows it with the final embers, so i only realise
it's august on maybe the 5th or 6th. almost
a full week into a month that my brain—
which is never wrong about the way things feel—
sees a deep, ocean blue.
i don't write home about august. i don't hurry it up
through winter months, when i begin the countdown
to hot, hazy days. if anything, i view august
as the ending of something, of a summer i wished so hard for.
and every time, it blindsides me with love.
i love things more in august. i love the smell of summer-
rain on the pavement. i love songs i listened to in january.
i love waiting around for halloween. i love my bedroom,
the pause of heat-sick sleep, the blue-sky mornings.
i write love letters to autumn in a time capsule. i text july and ask u up?, and wyd?, and come over?
and still, when summer ends, i will never want to get what i wish for.
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 6:34 PM UTC
Tiktok
The clock says in a hurry
Tiktok
The clock croaks in a constant rhythm
Pit pat
The rain rattling on the roof
Pit pat
The rain runs down in a fast marathon
Dug dug
The heart of your mistress beats
Dud dug
The heart of your lady pulse in a slow dance
Your lady in her white dress
On the floor she lays
Her eyes closed
Her hand closed tight into a fist
Her light lavender hair
Splayed around her head like a halo
Her bottom lip is bleeding
Her breathing unsteady
Kling klang
The chimes sings in a high note
Kling klang
The chimes chants in an attempt of announcement
Woosh woosh
The wind blows harshly
Woosh woosh
The wind whispered loudly
Dug dug dug
The heart of your mistress beats
Dud dug dug
The heart of your lady pulse in chaos
The clock
The rain
The chimes
The wind
Even her heart
The letter clasped in her hand
That contains the news of your demise
Reminds her of what she lost
Drip drip drip
The tears streaming down her face
Sniff sniff sniff
The grief starts to set in
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 3:24 AM UTC
There's so many different paths I want to run down,
Different places I yearn to see.
I'd like to live somewhere beautiful
Where I can simply be
I fight with myself over the fantasies I keep,
Sometimes I'm sure I'll live somewhere far,
I could have a chicken or two,
My dog could enjoy a huge yard.
Other times I know deep down,
I need convenience and I'd surely fail
Without being somewhere crowded,
Delivery is a privilege.
I don't want the middle between these two places,
Because suburbia was depressing,
Living only two inches away from a bustling family,
I didn't like the times I lived with mine there.
I'd need space undoubtedly.
Then the absurdity starts showing,
I think to myself.. I'll find an abandoned city
Maybe a desserted town like the ones tiktok shows me.
I could pretend I'm in my own story
And the empty streets would be my own
I could wander these houses and see what was left behind...
I think it sounds silly but, it always comes to mind.
If I could live in the house of my dreams
It would be somewhere unimaginable
Underneath the deepest seas.
I'd have glass walls, and a ceiling made of stars
I'd wake up to see jellyfish blooms
And sit in awe, nothing to do
I could swim to the surface somehow
And watch meteors fall
I think what I truly desire
Is somewhere comfortable
Where I can imagine these wishes
Without being bothered by time, or people who don't really care
Or maybe I belong on another planet,
Because I feel alien everywhere.
Feb 23, 2024
Feb 23, 2024 at 8:45 AM UTC
Whenever we see stray cats
Whenever you see a funny tiktok
Whenever you try to scratch your ears
Whenever we talk about these little things
All your stories of your daily routines and work
All of our shared rants and dreams
All of our big deals, and little things
Are the things I love about you
Apr 14, 2022
Apr 14, 2022 at 11:56 AM UTC
I know
you belong to somebody new
but tonight you belong to me
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
Wo khte lhja bdlo bolne ka or filter bhi lgaya kro
Kahte Aap ** jaoge mashhoor, mahfil toktok pe lgaya kro
Hmne bhi keh diya unhe agr raye achi de na sko to faltoo me muh na chlaya kro
#carryminati
#itssadyboy
#skirtmen 😂😂
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 2:48 PM UTC
midnight and i'm still here
tapping out words in the hope
that i'll write something worthy
of reading.
the instructions aren't clear:
am i supposed to sleep
or work on word therapy
and...feelings?
i don't care now
just turn on tiktok
and i'll slip into my beloved
mind coma
Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 5:24 PM UTC
Oops,
I did it again.
Now i have to clean the floor again.
I don't want my friends to see
The blood everywhere,
Me crying,
Torn apart letters from the times love still existed here.
Well, did it ever?
Maybe i should feel bad,
Lying to my friends.
A "Spill the tea sis" here
And a "Yeet hahaha" there
Some vines,
Some memes
Some weird TikTok's,
Or a crazy text.
And i look completely fine.
Or maybe i do always,
Been hiding the emotions for so long i wonder if i even have them nowadays.
I just say i am a bad person,
They will hopefully leave me to die.
But hey,
Maybe i actually am.
I don't know.
Joking through my life,
If i'm Lucky,
Life will turn into the biggest joke of them all.
But,
Nobody
Cares
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 6:09 AM UTC
Leong's watching TikTok on her laptop (as always) and she asks Lisa (a NYC girl) “Are you familiar with the the “downtown girl” aesthetic?”
Lisa’s dismissive, “Yeah, it just looks like Urban Outfitters grunge to me.”
Leong explains, “It includes headphones and it’s supposed to be a Lower Manhattan style.”
“Yeah,” Lisa snorts, “Because Greenwich Village and the Lower East Side are SO cohesive.”
Lisa considers herself an Uptown girl (like the song) even though 59th Street, where she lives, is the border between Uptown and Midtown Manhattan. I’m learning that these distinctions are culturally key to New Yorkers.
“And,” Lisa adds, “why would someone wear, and lug around, giant, clunky headphones when you can use AirPods??”
“Amen sister.” I proclaim and even Leong nods in agreement.
“Later, Sunny, Leong and I are on a study break, eating salads and talking about who we hope Yale invites to the next “Spring Fling” concert. We aren’t being realistic; we’re covering who we wish would come. I’d named Charlie Puth, “Kat-Tun!” Leong squealed (A Japanese boy band - apparently Chinese girls LOVE their boybands) and Sunny countered with Ed Sheeran.
“I don’t like Ed Sheeran,” I mumbled, making a yuck-face.
“Why no Ed?” Sunny gasps with shock (She’s a big Ed fangirl).
“I don’t know,” I shrugged, “he’s a star by all measurable metrics,” I admit, “but,” I fade out.
“You want my theory on Ed hate?” Sunny offered, “He’s beyond talented vocally - whoever your favorite artist is, Ed’s probably not that far behind. He’s a stellar song writer and he’s making hit after hit; do you want my theory?”
“Too basic, too popular?” I guess.
“No, he’s not appealing to the gaze,” Sunny states.
“The gays?” Leong questions, stepping back into the conversation.
“No,” Sunny corrects, “the gaze - G-A-Z-E, he doesn’t try to look pretty all the time.”
“Ha!” I snort, “Gaze, I thought you meant gays too,” as Leong and I chuckle together.
“No,” Sunny laughs, “nothing like THAT. Ed’s just not trying to be a heartthrob, he knows that’s not his core strong point - and that’s why he’s discounted.”
“Like lesbians don’t comb their hair or wear makeup and wear pajamas to class” Leong observes, “they don’t want to attract the male gaze?”
“No, we’re not imbued by the male gaze.” Sunny states, “Ed just wants to lowkey.”
Dec 14, 2022
Dec 14, 2022 at 10:51 AM UTC
It's become a crazy world
Grown men addicted to TikTok watching girls
Pretty wives now ignored
Single and aware how
last year changed me
Gained weight
and now feeling a bit shy
And the world's gone
crazy
shootings everyday
People still confused
we all are not sure
of what's ahead
and here , I am
still wondering
will it all end soon
will all the music
not be heard
and will I ever
feel pretty again
will all the media hores
stop teasing the men
and put on some clothes
and will we start reading books and enjoy it
It's got to change
Or we will just go insane
where's the days
when men acted like men
Where's the days women
felt desired
When people cared
when we got together
not in vain
when family's gathered
to share and catch up
When neighbors watched
out for each other
When we could feel safe
we could live really live
How , I miss it
How , I miss me
guess it's all changed
can't rewind
So move forward
trying to navigate
the craziness
remembering
the way it used to be
So , I sit write a letter
and make a call
and think about
how crazy it is now
Funny how it has
all gone a bit crazy
© Jennifer L DeLong 🦏
10/6/2021
Oct 13, 2021
Oct 13, 2021 at 11:41 PM UTC
J D Vance has such smoky, smoldering eyes, doesn’t he?
The way those baby blues coruscate, as if from the darkness.
Are those shadows natural? No, it’s eyeliner, of course, but on
a 40-year-old man it’s called guyliner.
Any teenage girl will tell you the kohl pencil is the gateway makeup tool for self-definition, if not exactly self-improvement.
As an ex-teenage girl, I can picture the hours senator Vance spent,
hunched over his laptop watching make-up tutorials on TikTok or
Instagram, analyzing eyeliner techniques in overwhelming detail.
TikTok clips are today’s replacement for the Teen Vogue magazine
product pages of back-in-the-day. I recall watching these videos,
at 14 and devolving into a fog of envy and inadequacy.
JD began wearing guyliner in 2016, so he probably watched those
at age 33 and by now, he’s certain to have upped his game by having them permanently, cosmetically tattooed on.
Of course, Trump himself has never been one to shy away from makeup.
His weird, orange, glazed-ham look comes from his preferred spray-on concealer, ‘Bronx Colors,’ a cruelty-free makeup manufacturer in Switzerland.
If this all sounds too judgy, I’d like to say, “JD, I’ve felt your clearly adolescent girl pain, and I get your desire to represent a softer and more romantic republican political aesthetic.”
And let’s not forget that Kamala’s been known to wear makeup herself.
Here are before and after JD Vance eyeliner pics - you decide: daweb.us/jdVance.png
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Songs for this:
It's All Over Now, Baby Blue by Falco
Gonna Get Along without you now by She and Him
Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 12:45 PM UTC