Sickeningly Synchronized.

So blatant.
So cold.
So utterly inconceivable, these faces it molds.

Search between the folds to find a bit of the past;
An underage shot glass of hard, conservative alcohol.
A piece of “my life is my life.”

Instead of…

So everyone knows everything.
Every breath you took last night
And in what context it was inhaled.
And every promiscuous hair on your head;
Every dirt stained thought you act on.
Every step you take in the wrong direction….
Is hardly your business anymore.

How mistaken are you to think.

Step onto the hands of lady conformity
And she’ll give you pessimism and a gun.
Don’t back away because no’s are yes’s,
Insults are praised; The revolution is done.

Take your ideas; be an immigrant and run.
But to have an opinion would break us from one…
Big. Nameless. Crowd.

Thinking in unison
And hiding behind the epiphanic clouds
Labled materialism.

All for me and All for me.
We’ll take oppression, and you can have poverty.

Open your infected eyes to see that to be selfish is to be free,
And to conform… is everything these days.

Sickeningly Synchronized.

Rachelynn Redford

Joined February 2008

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Someone asked me to sum up what I meant in two sentences…. but I’ve already said what I meant. It means what you want it to mean, and that won’t be the same for everyone. That’s what’s so beautiful about poetry.

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