"The Mysterious Celebrity"

"The Mysterious Celebrity"

A Poem by Zoe Anne

"The Mysterious Celebrity"

I walk onto the red carpet.
The world is my set.
All eyes on me,
Exclaiming "Who is she?"

I strut like a pop star.
The paparazzi are my stalkers.
My perfect face is a mask,
And my perfect figure is a cast.

My corpse is filled with plastic,
And my limbs are laced with elastics.
He ate my heart so now I am free.
Then I became The Mysterious Celebrity.

Written by Zoe Anne

© 2010 Zoe Anne

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I liked this one a lot, I just took it as a bashing of the red carpet and its obssesively pathetic ways...anyways...

PROS: great flow, great rhyming, love the simplicity of it and its ability to still say a lot.

CONS: none that I can think of.

Thanks and keep it up!

Posted 9 Years Ago

Very mysterious meaning, I must say. I thought it was intriguing. I enjoyed reading your poem. Thanks for sharing.
Love All, Melanie

Posted 9 Years Ago

What allure draws us to focus on celebrities? Whatever it is will always be around. I can't pass by the grocery stand without getting my scoop. What a bright and shiny poem, full of Hollywood glamour!

Posted 9 Years Ago

Very good poem my friend

Posted 9 Years Ago

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4 Reviews
Added on July 25, 2010
Last Updated on August 11, 2010
Tags: Red carpet, corpse, mysterious, celebrity, paparazzi, plastic, free, freedom, fame


Zoe Anne
Zoe Anne


I like to write a lot of horror, poetry, and lyrics. My inspirations are Edgar Allan Poe, Anne Rice, H.P. Lovecraft, and Stephen King. I hope that someday my name will be next to theirs... more..