Flow of Creativity(-ish)

Yes, I am working on my table of contents -slowly but surly. I WILL have it done by the end of spring break -this is a pinky promise I have made to myself, and I take pinky promises very seriously. But I am a writer working on a literary magazine, so everything I write asks me "Should I be your two-page spread?". The answer most times is 'maybe', but eventually it is 'yes'; I've said yes to more than one piece, and I only have one two-page spread. Is the problem clear? Okay, good. To be honest, I don't consider myself a very indecisive person, but I'm never fully confident with my work, which leads me to ask for many different opinions. So now that I have a blog IT'S EASY AND FAST TO ASK FOR AS MANY OPINIONS AS I WANT. When would've I imagined that I'd like the idea of having a blog? (The answer is never).

This is a poem I worked on a while ago and came across this week. I like to think of it as Charles Bukowski-like, simple but meaningful, (mostly because he's my favorite poet and idol) and it is one that I could consider as my two-page spread. I think I'm better off with prose, because I'm a stronger prose writer, but it doesn't hurt to share. 

Fabricated Safety

Seven billion people in the world

And that’s all we are

Numbers.

Statistics

On screens

On their screens

Altogether collaborating

Unwillingly

In the manipulation

No

Creation

Of this world

A fabricated world made up of pixels

And search histories

And social media

And the constant processing of information

My information

Your information

Our information

Ones and zeroes

Zeroes and ones

Which contains a thousand intricate functions

To make you feel untouchable

People can’t access your Instagram

If you don’t allow them to

While your Google search is determining

What you buy

What you listen to

What you like

And we accept it as a norm

It is how the world works

It is how it’s supposed to

You lock your door every night

You feel protected

And post your life on Twitter

For friends

Acquaintances

Rapists

Terrorists

To see

Your online bank account password has 13 characters

You feel safe

But if you stop spending as much

Your bank calls you to ask

If everything is okay

Is everything okay?

You are just a collection of digits

Working as a group to add up and compose

The perfect realities

Delivered in a silver plate just for you

So you can continue to play your role

In their world

Which is consequently

Our world

And there is no secret to numbers

Second demonstration of writing skills in the blog. Cool.

Now I'm gonna force my friends to read it and give their truest opinion -as long as they don't make me cry.