Blog: Instagram Poetry

I don't normally blog, but I have something to say. It needs to be said. Maybe I'm not the right one to say it but I'm doing it anyway. 

Instagram is a hotbed of delusion. 

I don't just mean people photoshopping their pictures beyond recognition, buying followers, or lying that magic diet teas actually work. I mean Instagram poetry. Not all poetry on Instagram is bad, by any means, but unfortunately, most of it is. 

I think that the rise of micro/minimalist poets like Rupi Kaur have given the idea that posting a line or two of fake deep text is art, and that's sad. There is nothing wrong with short poetry, if it actually contains something of substance. I look at these so called poems, and there is no narrative, no emotion, not even any exotic words or imagery that aren't pedestrian as hell. It's sad. So, so sad to see one of the most beautiful art forms sink so low. 

Sylvia Plath didn't die for this. 

Doormat

When did I grow fibres?

When did I say to your shoes

that I wanted to welcome them home

after they had spent the night

at someone else's house?

When did I fall asleep?

When did I say 

that you could wipe your dirt all over me?

When did I become your doormat?

I'm awake

motherfucker.

As You Wish

Kill me if you want

because I only lived to make you happy.

Hair

I'm tearing strands of my hair from my head

because you  don't think I am beautiful
yet
so I will rip myself into a million pieces
until I find peace
and I am what you are looking for

Face

You're not that nice

though you pretend to be

when everyone can see

but I've seen your face

your fucked up

not for public face

that frightening face

when you let how screwed up

and fucked up

you are 

out

and it's too late

because I want you

even though I know 

you're going to kill me

Sad Girls

I'm going to be born again. 

My arms are groaning

as they grow.

Don't go.

You're gonna miss me

when you go. 

I found my crowd

floundering without you

but I still want you

I'll still have you.

I forget you

when I'm lying down

lost in my mother 

and all her sad songs

that she wrote down

Miss Sylvia P

her little latin daughter

with her daddy issues

and her flowery

happy endings

Jennifer J

our big sister

with the lips

and the cocaine heart

Lana D

I'm hanging with my sad girls

until you don't mean a thing to me.

Monster

Being self aware enough 

to say you are a monster

doesn't take away the fangs 

that you've sunk into my skin.

You're still a monster

even when you tell me

you're sorry.

Simply_simple

She says she wants to be one of us

but she's too busy

plugging the hole in her heart

with cheap plugs

for products she won't use

to get down with us.

You're not one of us.

Simply simple.

Simply same as everyone else.

Simply someone that appeals to everyone to up your subs.

Deep as a puddle.

Derping around Disney and dropping hints.

Crying that nobody understands her

when there is nothing to understand.

Simply someone who wanted more.

Simply someone who couldn't change.

Simply salty that she'll never be sultry.

Simply the same as every other awkward aesthetic wannabe.

Simply simple.

Simply unsubscribe.

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bitch.

I LOVE YOU.

I COULDN'T DO THIS WITHOUT YOU.

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No?

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You better comment.

I'm going to stay here and wait.

I'll be waiting to reply.

You better fucking comment.

Buy the expensive miracle cream.

Smear it on your ugly face.

You're ugly.

Did I tell you that you're ugly. 

You're all so beautiful.

I love you.

I love your face

but buy the cream.

I got it for free.

You have to buy it.

It costs more than the camera I'm using for this video.

Buy it.

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Paste the cream over your tears.

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All these girls

will tell you how to be a girl

on their youtube shitshows

but you don't have to listen.

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They always get what they want

because luck takes plastic

and turns it into magic

but he doesn't take cold hard cash

that has given up

and needs a miracle.