Ironic Zink Poet Prose Poetry

We Are Who They Thought We Were

- I take a step back to reflect. Fecal matter storms a reality check in to the mental hotel of chaos. In utter disorder; rationality eludes us. Cluelessly, we are insane—on a temporary leave of absence. Senselessly numb; simply, simple... Obsolete and discreet, keeping eyes down low. Hidden from the world; we stick out like sore thumbs. An overwhelming sense of paranoia takes wheel; who's driving? Slippery when wet; we slide. Uncontrollably... Unmistakeable, but make no mistake. Masks that we wear are transparent; fooling only some. High strung like the strings of an old banjo, our dirty laundry is airing out. The presence of stains shout out secrecy in whispers, silently broken. We enable auto pilot and go through the motions; subtly coded from paranoia. This ride becomes turbulent. Lightning strikes and in a flash, real gets real. Feelings of panic offset stabity. Balance forced to recollect. Frantically scrambling to find our lost librium. Playing cards that we repeatedly deal out ourselves, it's time to go manual. Reality delivers a stunning right hook; drawing first blood. Dazed and confused, fight or flight mode sets in. Voices of criticism echo in our heads. Self doubt secures confidence with an iron fist. Insanity begins it's never ending rant, as we argue amongst ourselves. Our worst nightmares become reality. At this moment it becomes impossible to deny. We are who they thought we were.

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John Beam December 24, 2016 at 1:30 PM Prosey - verb. °to write or repeat in a dull, tedious, or prosy way. John Beam December 26, 2016 at 11:41 AM That's ironic, IZ. I think. Ironic Zink December 24, 2016 at 5:08 PM This seems reminiscent of the Urban Dictionary type definition. I put effort, straight up work, into my indefinite strife to avoid the entire definition of Prosey. Ironic Zink December 24, 2016 at 5:07 PM This seems reminiscent of the Urban Dictionary type definition. I put effort, straight up work, into my indefinite strife to avoid the entire definition of Prosey.

John Beam December 24, 2016 at 1:26 PM It was supposed to be a compliment:) The form is fine and enjoyed your thoughts. John Ironic Zink December 24, 2016 at 5:02 PM Thank you! I was simply keeping it real. I think I can feel safe claiming myself to be anything but boring or dull; when writing that is. I am in fact dull and boring because I write so much that I am antisocial. However, I talk a lot when engaged with society. I have social anxiety and speak juvenile slang.

John Beam December 23, 2016 at 5:49 PM Nice poem, Ir0nic, a rant not prosey at all Ironic Zink December 23, 2016 at 11:32 PM I'm not used to the reference "prosey"...I tend to rant often but I do not believe that is an actual form...what form would you think suits best.