Will I be a historical figure, or simply be forgotten?
A story of young, new, passionate, and probably the most narcissistic actor wannabe who just set his foot on Hollywood.
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly
For a Child of 1918 My grandfather said to me
Sunflower musings:
In the era of likes and followers, being famous for me is being a sunflower in a vase of silk roses. It's not about who's beautiful, but whose beauty is true to their own?
I hold the papers in my hand, looking over the words with glossy eyes.
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity
Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond,
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[On my birthday] At low tide like this how sheer the water is.
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy,
The Boy from his bedroom-window Look'd over the little town,
Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller's dower;
Days that cannot bring you near or will not,
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill,
A story of young, new, passionate, and probably the most narcissistic actor wannabe who just set his foot on Hollywood.
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly
For a Child of 1918 My grandfather said to me
Sunflower musings:
In the era of likes and followers, being famous for me is being a sunflower in a vase of silk roses. It's not about who's beautiful, but whose beauty is true to their own?
I hold the papers in my hand, looking over the words with glossy eyes.
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity
Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond,
Here's MORE "suckey" celebrities for your enjoyment!
[On my birthday] At low tide like this how sheer the water is.
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy,
The Boy from his bedroom-window Look'd over the little town,
Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller's dower;
Days that cannot bring you near or will not,
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill,