Hello holy
hollow Hollywood
skies.
Such a brilliant
and beautiful sight
casted down
upon the world.
Although we love
to pay attention
to the night time stars in the sky.
It seems that we focus
so excitedly
on the shining seething supernovas.
Powdered chemical explosions
volcanic silicone eruptions,
I cannot help,
but to look on with glee
to the grand finale,
a glimmering shimmering, but fading light.
I don't mind
if you exploit me
because I want to exploit you too,
I want to
rape your mind
prod your emotions
and show you how to sell your soul for fame.
Lucious illuminations,
blissful illusions,
simply here
for the enjoyment of you and I.
We lay
beneath and amongst the stars,
the air
smells of sweat and sex
and I can't help,
but to lose myself in the arms
of a soft and sensuous breeze of desire.
I want to
lose myself in ecstasy,
and to hide inside of you,
and when the new day begins,
we can forget this meaningless mess.
We can
walk back into our trailers
and count our money
to the sound of others'
in amusingly agonizing tragedy.
For just one more night,
I bowe my head
to my money pile
I look to the stars for guidance
I pray to you for salvation.
On the very next day,
I spend away my earnings
I blissfully watch the supernovas
and I find a new goddess to pray to.
Author notes
A happy heartless hollywood ending, where the rich and shameless live hapily ever after.
Comments
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"Hello holy
hollow Hollywood."
Aww! I'm such an alliteration whore that I absolutely adored this.
"The air
smells of sweat and sex
and I can't help,
but to lose myself in the arms
of a soft and sensuous breeze of desire."
Imagery! Beautiful imagery! The whole piece was gorgeous. I particularly liked your word choices. Very interesting and intriguing and inspiring. Perhaps I'm overdoing it on the alliteration thing haha, but great write darling. Loved it!
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Thank you so much for your wonderful comment. No, you didn't overdue the alliteration. It seems that us 2 whores have the same partner.
Although I've never cheated on dear metaphor, she always gets my respect. Even if I flurt with alliteration, it always ends up in the heart of dear metaphor. Besides, it seems that since I've introduced them, they've really taken a liking to each other.
A large poetic orgy, hahaha. Anyway, I appreciate the comment and I love playing with a variety of poetic styles, ideas and approaches.
Thanks for reading. You are always honest.
Take care,
BC.
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The sin bin of human nature in the form of stagelights and imagined dreams factories an excellent write dear poet
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