God damn it, I wanna be famous!,

I want people to know my name,

My esteem burning like a flame,

Does that sound too outrageous?!

I want to fit in!,

I’ll tear down my walls,

Yet my comfort befalls,

But is that much of a sin?!

I need to be known!,

I’ll put in all energy to look ‘cool’,

Monitor myself if I look like a fool,

Is it bad that I don’t want to be alone?!

No, I know what I genuinely like...

Staring down at the bloody, lifeless body that lay before me, my hands trembled. I could not believe what I had done, but, well… anything to be famous!

In all honesty, I did not care how negative the attention I received was as long as I got lots of it. Fame comes in many forms, and as long as I got it, the consequences did not matter.

My… ambition… had led me to murder, yet I did not care. But ...

Im scared

I don’t want to die

I don’t want to die

I don’t want to die

Not yet

Please God

Not yet

I’m not ready

I haven’t done enough

I wasted my time

Sitting staring at a screen

I wanted to learn

Learn _everything_

Poems

History

Math

Art

Language

_Everything_

And I wanted to love

And be loved

In a way more that friendship

To be held

and to be chosen

I wanted to lov...

Cleo threw the stack of papers back onto the desk. Rejected. Again. This time she was sure she had written something unique. Years it had taken her to fully flesh out her idea, and it was rejected. The only comment the publishers put was "too unoriginal". It's just too hard to be original these days. People can write something and someone has already done it. Same for drawing, painting, dancing, a...

Growing up in a house with eighteen other kids, is not ideal. The oldest of us being 25 and still living at home, cue the rolling of eyes. The youngest one being 2, and yes the terrible twos are a reality. What about me, you ask? Well I'm right smack dab in the middle at 13 years old. Most days I'm not even acknowledged and I just skate my way through life. Since I can get away with mostly everyth...

She’s standing at the corner of the 5th avenue. In her hands is a Spanish guitar which she plays while she sings she most beautiful songs. For eight months she’s been here every day, except for Sundays, because those are her days off. She wants to become famous, that people from all over the world will recognize her. She dreams about going on tours and playing big concerts. And one day she actuall...

My last TikTok only got 30,000,000,000 likes. That’s not enough; views are dropping. I’m not famous like Ted Bundy or Jojo Siwa. I’m only making just under eight billion dollars a day. Okay, you’re probably confused.

Because I am famous.

Just not actually famous. I’m fake famous.

Here’s how TikTok works. You get likes and views, and the more of those you get, the more you get because you have a...

Infamous

Not famous

Took the wrong path

It didn’t last

15 minutes of fame

The unending game

Always the same

No one to blame...

Jonas looked at himself in the mirror, his trinkets strung around the top rim like collectibles from a life at sea. In some ways, he left that way: he just got back from tour, multiple countries, and new items to add to his mirror. Around the glass lay his makeup: lipsticks, blushes, eyeshadows. They made him into the character the world knew him as: Glam. He smudged some of his makeup off and lau...

“Phoenix! Phoenix! Phoenix!” the crowd cheers as I stare into the bright lights on my left and right. “And for my next song, I will sing a melody I created when I was only 10 years old. It goes a little/something like this…” I say as a guitar riff begins in the background. “Every morning spent like this… I get some coffee, but just a sip… Because… I can’t have anything taking my mind off you… I ca...