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Francie Lynch Apr 2021
Take your Seven Deadly Sins,
And butcher them with punctuation.

Capitalize on floods, famines and fires.

Express sickness, war and homelessness.

Parse politics.

Syllabicate and spell out for all to read
The horror of homelessness and apathy.

There.
Nothing's too real we can't fictionalize... marginalize,
Again, and again, and again.
JP Goss Sep 2014
I’ve been told it’s punishment, but from the divine?
Loosed from the bonds, all earthly ties
And what for, say, can’t I.
Lest I am the sinner, the adversary
No chains of such gall should bind me here
This concrete box where I count my breaths
Forward and back, on fingers and toes
The end of days on etches in the air.

As though it for pleasure, I-sadist returns
Congress of years from within burn
With nothing but that, no soul to confide
I will make up eyes to look—they judge!
Fictionalize mouths that speak—derision!
Bitter and arbitrary partners of mine,
And no tease of release, slamming
Through will, blood, ****, and ****
Only affixed a skin dressed in iron
I am weakly, free of that—least
Then something holds me close
My existence won’t fold in the unjust crease.

Six steps forward, six back, another six
To complete the burlesque of time’s progress
A harlequin, I am, flogging my back
Akin is the hope of some outer earth.
If nothing but pulp is beyond solip
Then fill my placid-skin with it
And disrupt my absorbing wavelength
I fear I am fiction as the words in my ear.
Glass frame of my skin, new days begin!

Even if I could share with these thoughts
Even if day would lithely walk in
Even if the force of death would invite me in
I would tumble, broken, blind by the box
Still within me
Leave n’er I, n’er I, it to me.
Am I ill, bleeding at the wishing well
No token, but holes, to bribe or to fill.

If I could just do as a man I knew of
From a source, I would doubt, skulking above
Who drilled, for escape, a hole in his head
Out from it poured, his greatest wish
In the language of the box—
I draw prophecy from the moan in the pipes
And these hands brought together in faithful decay
Trace licentious dawn and eve—a broken little slit
I know, I know of a sky—I hoped for it!
I’m strong in that face of patient nothing,
And I will win this fight!
Bob B Feb 2017
Alternative facts, fallacious assumptions,
And false equivalency are stunning
As Donald Trump, Kellyanne Conjob,
And Sean Spicer hit the ground running.

Regarding the Bowling Green Massacre, Conjob
Said she'd misspoken. Not a crime.
However, the last time she said it, she'd
Misspoken her "fact" for the third time.

What about Spicer's outlandish statement
That recent marchers were paid? What's FUNNY is
No one paid me a cent to march.
I want to know where my MONEY is.

Trump said the "dishonest" press
Once again has been refusing
To publish reports of recent attacks
By terrorists here. Very amusing!

Imagine our press NOT covering
Most attacks here and abroad!
Another of Trump's alternative facts
Like the one on voter fraud.

This disconnection from the truth--
This constant need to fictionalize--
Doesn't bode well for this country.
When are they going to dispense with these lies?

- by Bob B (2-7-17)
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Make the shadows dance on the wall.
Ask the words to take shape and rise from the page.
Ask the rain to patter gently ont the window.
Say the thing that will bring the fiction forward.

Pull the dagger from your heart and paint with crimson
The breath from your nostrils  to scatter the leaves.
Grab the pain in your soul and hold it to the candle as it writhes
And screams its message.

Fictionalize the fact. Factualize the fiction...two curtains seperate
The corsican birth.
One is sky the other earth.
Eppy B K Avery Dec 2014
Minds create matter and minds create fiction

Come logic, prove to me science isn't science fiction

Define the physical laws of a religioned unpronounceable entity

I think physical laws could be fiction.  Science fiction

Voices of angels call out

Yet melodies of birds in early mornings interrupt the signal

Logic to be misunderstood possibly

Spirit must be fiction, an art conformed to fictionalize rationalization

Maybe everything is just fact

And we just choose what to learn and choose what to forget
My teenage self... has just impressed my late twenties self...
Ryan Galloway Aug 2016
If life fit in a line, it would be a horrible poem.
Not that it’s too messy, for some of the best poetry speak of tragedy as romance or vice versa, and I have never heard of a greater mess.
Nor that it is too scattered, for some of the best narratives lie in the tales of drug-addled minds.
The poet must fictionalize life and love to make it readable, and even then I am often uninterested in reading it.
DC raw love Dec 2014
Is it my turn to wish you were lying here
I tend to dream you when I'm not sleeping

Is it my turn to fictionalize my world
Or even imagine your emotions, to tell myself anything

Is it my turn to hold you by your hands
To tell you, I love you and you not hear me

Is it my turn to totally understand
To watch you walk out of my life and not do a **** thing
If I have to give away, the feeling that I feel

If I have to sacrifice
If I have to take apart,
Is there anything that I would not do,

I apologize for all the things I've done
I'm underwater and I'm drowning

Is it my turn to be the one to cry
Isn't it amazing how some things completely turn around

So take every little piece of my heart
Take every little piece of my soul

Take every little bit of piece of my mind
If you're gone, inside my times

If I have to give away, the feeling that I feel
If I have to sacrifice

If I have to take apart, all that I am
Is there anything that I would not do

I'd die without you
PMD
Brandi the Brave Jul 2021
No one is 100 percent pure good and no one is 100 percent pure bad.
That is life. We can fictionalize, romanticize and fantasize life as much as we want but that doesn't change people nor the patriarchy.
I see the Good and I observe the Bad.
I grew up going to daycare when both of my parents were busy.
I grew up going to Pegasus Cafe' with my little sister every summer.
I grew up with parents who divorced when I was 7 but always supported my creative lifestyle and always put food on the table.
I grew up resourceful, artistic, special needs classes, lots of therapy which I appreciated because I became a strong, capable young woman.
I grew up with parents who always gave me Christmas presents no matter how poor we were because being middle class Americans doesn't mean I had everything.
I wasn't spoiled with past glory from cross country like my older siblings. I wasn't spoiled with hundreds of friends like my older siblings. I was just me the nerdy, book-loving, small group of trusted friends, video game addict, who have a vocabulary like an English teacher and will take all of the hard roads because they are more fun since anything that is too easy is never true.
Reality is crazy and fantasy is insane so to know the difference is through experience.

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