I remember coming west
just a kid
in the backseat
with a soaring imagination.
I had Hollywood dreams
and thought you walked the streets
should to shoulder with movie stars.
The roads weren’t paved with starlets,
just people lost on broken dreams.
The spotlight doesn’t shine as bright
when you’re not perfect.
People who once got high on success
are overdosing now on their drug of choice.
These Hollywood dreams
become silver screen nightmares.
I’ve wandered the hills that hug the Hollywood sign,
trying to catch my own hope in jam jars.
I want to believe like
the first time
I pressed my hands into concrete handprints,
just off the walk of fame.
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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Outstanding
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Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
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