Azure Expressionism
On the crown of tidal waves,
the cresting fury and power
fill my cup ’til it runneth over.
Sun rays snap me back
to reality like rubber bands
against my stinging wrist.
Dolphins laugh in synchrony
of diamond sapphire mist
as the foam telegraphs
wet kisses on my brow -
tiny drops of aqueous jewels.
Floating effortlessly between
the ever changing sea of dreams
I squeeze the marshmallow sky
as I sail over the horizon
into mystic expressionism,
allowing pleasure to wash over me,
the ever changing ocean
bearing my weight and
lifting my drifting thoughts.
Alcoholism
What is my ism, you asked, so I scrolled down an internet list of words ending in ism and I didn't get out of the "a" words when alcoholism jumped off the page and began strangling me.
It has only been days since I've connected with Prose, but I've seen many of your posts. So thoughtful; intelligent; honest and raw. I find no reason not to share secrets with you.
From Protestantism, to agnosticism, to atheism; I circled back to Protestantism and now agnosticism. We always seem to spark a debate when we talk about our spiritual inclinations, don't we? I only mention my relegionisms on a page with my titled choice of alcoholism because perhaps it is by the grace of God, if there is a God, that I do not suffer from the affliction of alcoholism.
To be Weaned from the Ism
it's been quite the roman moment since we
speculated over our spectacles
(being so seriously entertained)
though scoring zeros in the numbers game
...yet instead of owning up and folding
(as our pecuniary interest wanes)
we toddle single file towards some "system,"
curling ourselves up above its drain, where
Law & Order hold a hose to the brain
#PickAnIsm #AnyIsm #Challenge
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revoltism
conceived when I saw you stick your head in the toilet bowl and lick the rim slowly and with your whole tongue; similar to escapism but replace the urge to escape with the urge to commit a truly revolting act as a way to heal some internal existential crisis; I'm assuming this is what you were going through when I caught you in the bathroom, because otherwise, I'm at a loss.
Paradox of Choice: Sexism and Female Appearance
They say it doesn’t matter
What other people see
That the only voice to listen to
Is the one inside of me
They say that I should love myself
No matter shape or size
And while that may be true, The World
Sees Me with different eyes
The friends I make, the jobs I take,
The many other things at stake
Force me to change the way I look
For other people’s sake
I stand before the mirror
Saying that I do not care
It shouldn’t matter what I do
With makeup or my hair
But still I know that certain doors
Will always close for me
If I look a certain way
Which option sets me Free?
The time, the money, effort spent
A burden men don’t have to bear
A burden so invisible
That most forget it’s there
What I’ve learned is that it is
A Paradox of Choice
To choose Myself or what I Want
And Look to please that voice
#sexism #patriarchy #feminism #poetry #feministpoetry #bodypositivity #fashion #makeup
The Grammys
One of the commentators of the Grammys was wearing a dress I call the insexctism dress (a black spider web-like sexy dress, unfortunately asymetrical). Lady Ga Ga was wearing one too. Her booty implied she was fixin to give birth to skinless worms on to a nurtritionless abyss. Many womens' attire reflected insects. Insexctism is the new style I suppose.