Social display ... social suicide..

Dear Social Media User (aka Twitter expert, aka FB Kings and Queens, aka Twitter drama ...)

Characters forms words of persona's
admired, humored, engaged,
politically enraged and even emotionally sustained
in ideals and forms
in boxes and letters
that brings forth
meanings of truth or illusion
of light and darkness
in faces of individuals
lived with
and never seen
in spaces
open
vast
and unlimited
for anyone
or some.

Who you are
arranged in syllables of
rhythmic notions
dressed in illusory fragments
of I am .. or my this... and all by myself(s)
for whom?

Social display of
fraternities of we follow you
and we shall follow you back
if only you are part of a herd
meant to entertain
and engage
the self
or others in return
of words
characters
symbols
fitted neatly in
formats limited (thankfully)
to expressions of
what sometimes
should be kept within.

These contemplations of intonations
are merely submissions
or rather defiance
to committing social
suicide
to the self
for what is unsaid
is sometimes greater than
what is already spilt.

And while there's no use crying
over spilt milk
grab the mop
and move along now...
the show is almost over
thanks for allowing
such static to fill through you.

P.S. Please filter your water ... twitter followers .. and your comments ...

The Politicization of Emotions

Split into who's who we,

are divided into subjugated souls

moving everyday to satisfy our obligatory

duties, responsibilities and positions.

Those who are subordinated,

those who subordinate,

those who stand aside in silence

watching

a divide unfairly splitting the minds of people

into those that say

and those that don't.

And while anger seems satisfying

in the moment where we position our Selves,

in front of other bodies,

questioning, judging and tearing through our

characters, to further define, refine and align

who we are with

who they are.

A split, incessantly breaking our backs

for the pleasure of their high chairs,

watching down,

thinking low,

fragmenting any possibility of an interconnection

to homogenize flesh

into spaces stationed in classes

masked faces of sophistication

cushioned in warmed-up stations.

Individuals marked in name tags,

of Hello, my name is ... never heard

unknown, and unacknowledged

in anonymous faces

cloned to mirror

plastered billboards of

materialized fabrics to squeeze

into sizes too small to fit all.