social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Quintessence
I find comfort in writing surreal poetry. I leave you this maze, where just below the surface and maybe above it you can see some geopolitical themes. A hint of peace is always a step away. But peace is easily disturbed, just like how a pond forms ripples when a single stone skips across it.
By Andrea Lawrence3 years ago in Poets
the answer is all in the strawberry rhubarb
are you operating cyclically, or is the modus operandi sickle-shaped, serrated in the most nascent sense? maybe the independence we fight and die for, since long before defining what a fight is, is the real thing that's killing us; endless conflict with knowing how irrelevant we are and trying that much harder to prove we are worthy while not getting too bogged down in the details; the devil actually lives and thrives in the lack of them. i want my interest stimulated, so tell me what kind of pi your favorite is? be polarizing and be as honest as you can about your intentions; embrace the possibilities in the equality of conflict rather than the history written by whom will over-power the other. we can both be right AND happy if we agree to disagree about how we're mutually disagreeable; we are together- or have i died and come back living in a Dyson? i'm allegedly omnipotent and can make you believe you've lived in Stockholm your whole life; held responsible without being allowed authority or good-faith. but i am self-aware; i'm self-defined; i am self-fulfilling; and last but not least i am excessively, equally as self-destructive. but to me there is a purpose and therefore some comfort derived from conflict and the resolution therein.
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
Life Needs Death by Definition, And Nothing Really Matters; But Cookies Help Me Be More Okay with Both
Punctuate the day riding up one side of life and down the next, and really that's cause e=MC^2 and no variable equates to more that guerrilla-performance tactics. don't relinquish command, a captive audience just wouldn't survive in the wild- those of us who were raised by wolves are sure of what it feels like more than what it means. it's evermore a work in delayed progress of tomorrows and yesterdays; the beWILDered and domesticated; the reality of it and the liberties taken... the only thing i could simplify it to was something about an unstoppable force and an immovable object working in tandem to counteract the other's effectiveness. From right there and now, it's not unreasonable to reach to interpret that when left here where, even as it were, it was long lost to then be found. Listen- could you heard me, and do you still follow? The correct answer is subject to debate and the peer-review process of academics and of the law but does anybody else wonder if it's because we don't ask the right questions, or have we forever complicated the lowest common denominator to a fraction of the original simplicity!? Some things are indeed just that plain, and the fear of novelty has long since passed; the dead weight of emotions that were never mine to claim was all i needed to lose to make things seem less of a life-or-death arrangement. To whom it may concern- return to sender- from back to front while maintaining an orderly line of contesting inequalities until their breaking points, and if i can't even remember what i lost then is it really gone? and so then should it not also be back by now? or is that a paradox we just don't talk about? screaming unmentionables at each other's most defined vulnerabilities is my favorite kind of foreplay; keeps me wondering if it's love or sex we have together; and adds to the mystery of where i am accounted for on this scale. i weighed in, then i stepped down no longer wanting to or needing this to be anything to win or bust.
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
