Category: Writers Block
Badly Influenced
You whine and beg
like a dog for a treat.
You make a big deal out of nothing
like those chicks on TV.
Posters of boy bands
adorn your walls.
And sometimes, you wish that
you could screw them all.
You're a hysterical female,
an overdramatic queen,
like those limelight whores
you see in magazines.
You've a drop-dead gorgeous body,
but your nose is snotty
as the tears run down your cheeks.
You take drinks constantly
from wine and liquor bottles.
You try to lose weight
so you can look like a model.
You prepare for the day
and you're over-distressed
because you got red lipstick
on your sky blue dress.
You're a hysterical female
an overdramatic queen,
like those limelight whores
you see in magazines.
You've got luscious, blonde curls,
and a ruined world
because you care about what everyone else thinks.
On your beauty of a high-tech cell phone
you receive a text saying he wants to break up.
You wish your tears ran out a long time ago
because the water in them ruins your makeup.
It's okay to admit it,
there's nothing wrong with falling apart.
But of course, everything on Barbie is fake,
so I forget she has no heart.
You whine and beg
like a dog for a treat.
You make a big deal out of nothing
like those chicks on TV.
You try to expose to others
what's left of your primary person,
but it doesn't work now
because it didn't work then.
You're a hysterical female,
an overdramatic queen,
like those limelight whores
you see in magazines.
You've gone anorexic.
And the best part of the matter is
that you went from hottie to freak.
ooooooohhhh Raven! I love you girly! THis is awesome. :D
Nice poem, I like the message, but I can't tell you about structure, I am awful at that.
Oh my heavens! I wasn't expecting to find this when I clicked on the link, but now that I'v read the work its title makes perfect sense. Are you a musician? This seems like something that needs to be sung. The rhythm and the parts you chose to repeat make it catchy. It seems in part to immitate the monotony of these painted flowers wilting day after day in a perfectly manicured excuse for existance. Keep on writing.
sounds like a celebrity to me.
Anyway, it does something, reminds that the world is too screwed up.