Best Flashbulbs Poems

With a parting of the crimson seas,
they aren't appeased with just a smile
That girl who walks the star-struck mile
will pay a price that goes unseen

They catch a glimpse and swallow whole. 
Then nonchalantly steal her soul, 
with no remorse or thought of deeds, ...
just goals...

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Sunday morning tempted me out to the beach
As the sun tumbled down its' white warmth 
Splashing glisters of light on the near flat water;
Paparazzi pools of a million flashbulbs.

The morning of the last day of the weekend
Tipping point between relaxation and drudgery
Hours of indulgence line...

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let's take a look at the beginning

wen the matters in your heart mattered to u alone

wen like BoB b4 Airplanes u wer unknown

wen the pp u had on speed dial wldn pick up e fone

n u hid the tears that only u knew wer dripping

fast...

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There's parting of a frantic sea, to catch a glimpse, on bended knee
They nonchalantly steal a piece of privacy, consuming more, 
assuming poise, among the noise
whenever posed upon her door 

How must it be, to be the queen?
To sit so high upon a throne?

With no...

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let's take a look at the beginning

wen the matters in your heart mattered to u alone

wen like BoB b4 Airplanes u wer unknown

wen the pp u had on speed dial wldn pick up e fone

n u hid the tears that only u knew wer dripping

fast...

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Was a small town girl,
With big city views.
Gained a reputation,
On the front page news.

Met a rich young man,
While serving hors d'oeuvres.
She noticed his smile,
He admired her curves.

She was born dirt-poor,
He topped the A-list.
They slipped out back,
For a moonlight tryst.

A heavy kiss first,
Then the garments dropped.
No...

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they talk incessantly of flashbulbs
rickety stories, anchorless
friends are geometries
everytime they sit
in an isosceles triangle
two or more persons 
form a conspiracy
the tongue is a genie
smuggling, plotting, spying
friendship, brinksmanship, companionship
all ships are enclosed in bottles...

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Vultures swooped at fast
evading carrion;
Vespa hornet squadron buzzed;
Paparazzi psychology, ruthless
across screaming Macadam black
as the blackest slabs of night.

Sheet lightning born of
flashbulbs popping;
illuminated faces strobed
under toughened glass;
wide eyes, teeth gritted,
urging crazy dizzy velocity;
all the riches and love in the world
could not stop this madness.

The end came...

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An actor returns to his Beverly Hills mansion –
blows his brains out with a 38 special.

I must have dozed off,
cops at my door,
a line of chain-smoking flashbulbs
in baggy turn-ups.
I watch myself being taken away in a body bag.
The movie is badly spliced.
Black Packard’s keep morphing...

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She stands, hallowed in sunlight, no, limelight
Waving manicured hands at screaming fans
Smiling at the flashbulbs
Empty eyes not really seeing
Empty mind not really comprehending
Empty heart constanlty weeping....

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If Paris Hilton wrote poetry
her poems would be smart, not dumb
They would not skim the surface
of her glam life
recount her escapades
but dig deep into her isolation
They would employ complex ideas
sophisticated diction
unusual images
She could easily be Mrs Dalloway
beyond her socialite persona
or Emma, with that dignified gaze
There's...

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An actor returns to his Beverly Hills mansion –
blows his brains out with a 38 special.

I must have dozed off,
cops at my door,
a line of chain-smoking flashbulbs
in baggy turn-ups.
I watch myself being taken away in a body bag.
The movie is badly spliced.
Black Packard’s keep morphing...

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Flashbulbs light the darkened mind
While pictures focus sharp and true
To capture there, what’s hard to find
To hold it strong, that part of you
Forever then to own the rights
To hold you close upon dreams night

Within the realm of nighttime dreams
You’re never far, but close to me
Where...

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I feel all pasts,
As if they were yesterday,
Decades are but minutes to my minds and feels.
As if I were still two-tens and five,
Rather than three-tens and two.

Flashbulbs pulsed to songs played when youth was not yet known as youth.

Is today youth?
How could it be when...

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