Glam up! Lose yourself by conforming.
Shine on! Strive for beauty, cover yourself.
The message to fit in directs the self,
torn down dreams. Wrong if not
owned by society. Lost if not
directed by community. There is no
soul in the self. Smile. Say Yes!
reduce inner judgment.
They do not want “you.” (silly girl)
“You” are a platform.
A continuation, a replica.
The “I” cannot breathe if not authentic.
MadamePhilosopher, aka Angela Shaffer, 16 Feb 2016
This poem was thrown together for an online prompt. I decided to drop a word about it because it could be a fun, useful task to emerge from writer’s doom. Often referred to as “writer’s block,” the inability to create is a #realLifeissue, but I came across a blog that suggested that writer’s block, itself, was fictional. To that, philosophy argues Reality is fiction…so, fine. We create our realities, let’s create something better. As with life, there is no guidebook. Let us create one.
This poem can be a page, a glimpse of the past or the “Old Neighborhood” one created inside of reality. Maybe we should call it for what it is…delusion; but that is a post that deserves it’s own time. Dear reader, make your own page – utilize Raja’s prompt to describe where your mind “used to live” – let it be real for you, what you have left behind. The poem itself need not be grand or perfect (Reason knows, mine is not) the point is to trap those old vibes, lock them on the page. I told LuLu once that “if we trap our ghosts on paper they haunt us no longer.”
To fellow Dionysian: I know that it can hurt, but only in knowing true pain do we recognize ultimate joy<>.
To those who are joining me on the #PursuitofOptimism : This piece can be ugly if you feel your past rocked that way, totally kosher to trap those negative vibes. I just did, and I gotta tell you – I feel free-er for it!
Link to Raja’s Insights page and the MicroPoetry Phrase Challenge: https://wordpress.com/read/post/feed/14003069/931058976