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Kendall Nicole Jenner.
For me, Collection eight is the door to forever. I hope you enjoy the poetry in this collection, twenty-three of them, I had so much fun in the writing process.
Hilton has a pen
he thinks of the end
but he hasn’t a thing to tend
not if he is to someday bend
saying he loves you inked well.
Living in a parachute all the time
an angel without wings from the sky
is how I’ve felt since I got stuck in heights
up here, the atmosphere is nothing but blithe
and it’s quite the bite with you, everything I descry.
Built on the pastiche of true
as to … this love ballooned
with the fecundity of whom
she had all of that wattle
I, every daub, a move.
The returning attendants arrived
left on the table was only a vial
emptiness had its new profile
their visage as they espied
with specious red eyes
sought only to belie
so she paid in jibes.
Tapping with my fingers
I saw how fast a beat drags
no longer than common smacks
if you kiss like Hilton and never bathe
but today by a drum, I’m giving no hang
birthday wishes as long as a French impasse.
Raising a puppy
together haughty
the reasons motley
founded, too, furtive
all the way for deductive
tale of thread and bobbin.
In their goodbye trip
the good toon tripped
could you aid his trip
mindless, he’s tripped.
Missing a patch of pessimism
I brought all of the reasons
one was my sober avarice
my old love for hashish
my well buried habits
two times a bandit
our one family.
The quotes I love
losing their puff
in your hutch.
On self-care day
the daredevil’s entrails
were in-line for Gatorade
kidney paced without a blame
liver counted every present face
everyone could hear the heart’s bass
the intestines clung to a rod, as if a cane
no one left, not on the daredevil’s queue lane.
What if I’m looking in the wrong place
so desirous, tunnelling in your maze
in hysteria fashioned for cartilage
a bone of contention at grade
potation in an amusing way
at the end of her ambage
this heart is simply lame
marauding loom shame
claiming … I’m insane.
The only guest of timing
if like me, and carefree
is hindsight memory
well sat in chiming
in its ever glory
you’re peeved
maybe happy
it was, still is
the history
Occupied as the mainstream
in this supporting meme
of a brother, a family
for a love slovenly
I ask what gives?
“That much,” she said
“put in that much bread”
but you know this ain’t Ted
right? You know we’re on bed
“I know daddy, I just want the best.”
Having thought of his eye
giving it much thought twice
he rang the downstairs bell shy
please, I’ll need more alone time
Addison Rae replied him on the line
“that’ll cost you more if you are hiding”
no I’m not, I’m not at the moment ready
I’ll need to give in to the long-time critics
a couple more days to compass what I see
and so it took him months of reading poetry.
Instagram photographs
afterlife paragraphs
irreducible grams
of sealed charm
spelling hearts.
By an entity playing for keeps
mummy has me on her beak
for a kiss that should leak
she says it’d be ad-lib
just kiss me.
Stop patronizing the boys
we know, only you got the bum
so why flaunt it, asking questions
impaling a grease lightning diamond
this boy does it for show, and will spurn
not if your bahookie is in for rump and stump.
At times I catch a glimpse
flush
of what I want and could be
plush
all I know, the pleasure I seek
moist
it’s in these moments, as a smith
ought
my mind forges into your identity
adroit
in variegated songs, and the poetic
lush.
The long pretence in silence
missing match of emmets
ends in us not friends
as one is helpless
other in ingress.
Don't judge a girl by her clothes
but tell her, it's on with the prose
there is a hundred to one billion
and more of spicy mediating photos
you will need, tell her it's the compost
the decaying morality of your ghost
the one who'd judge and repost
but hold on, have you any gropes
I took a dose and I thought it so
as you'd meant from the fructose
to not judge but imagine being close
so toes, they are approaching lows
the distance closing in on your cloche
when prose is toast, the new note.
Me and mine
think you’re a catfish
you belie
can we see your armpit
to rely
you’ll need to snap it.
in design
as models do, too neat.
I miss Leonor
that’s the bore
the one tuition
my single import
know this ward
say I called
a message short
getting the cut
you’d be bald
that’s all, all
I’ve been floored
by a distinction
oh by gum.
This collection rests on the shoulders of everyone who inspired me during the writing process. Thank you to Carmella Rose, Mariam Rod, Richard Hilton, Taylor Swift, Wolfie Cindy, Kendall Jenner, Jessica Andrea, Leonor, Princess of Asturias, Nicky Hilton, and Addison Rae.