whores, all of us

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

An extended metaphor of what I see in my city, in my friends, on the websites I visit, in the world I live in. Not literal.

lines and lines of cars
frozen on the 405:
LA's red light district.

we prositute our wallets to gas
to pay for cars and gridlock.

we prositute our minds to
hollywood, books of faces,
photographic inventories,
to fill our need to be heard
in a virtual world
dying of noise overpollution.

we prostitute our souls
to every quick-fix
magic potion,
snake oil salesman,
dr quack,
good hands self-declared
that swears it'll fix the loneliness,
emptyness,
hopelessness,
meaninglessness
afflicting us.

does anyone hear our crying late alone?
does anyone see the bruises from the last customer?
does anybody know the anguish of our souls?
does anybody care about the ropes hanging
from every ceiling
in LA's red light district?

will anybody save us?


Submitted: January 27, 2013

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E. J. Rylee

Wow! I had never read this one before!

You know that guy who always comes to read sometimes in chapel, with the dreadlocks? I could almost hear him reading this one in my mind :P

The beat to this is incredible. It's thought provoking. Definitely one of my favourites.

Sun, January 27th, 2013 9:12pm

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I was a bit worried that it wouldn't make sense ^_^' Glad you liked it!

Sun, January 27th, 2013 1:19pm

AmandaBrookeWrites

Wow! You are talented. I love how your title is the hook. When I read the title, I was like "Okay, what are you talking about here," and then it was just not what I expected.

Sun, February 3rd, 2013 1:24am

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Thanks :D glad the title worked! ^-^

Sat, February 2nd, 2013 5:55pm

Indie Skreet

Hi Iskah, perceptive piece of writing. I notice that it was originally called, 'The Hook', which I think is a much cleverer title. Admittedly, this caught my attention so perhaps that's why you changed it? Also, think would be much more punchy if you punctuated - it really needs question marks .... I don't think you'll mind me saying that?

Wed, February 13th, 2013 2:53am

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Thank you for the feedback! :D I'd rather get a comment like yours than one that tells me I'm wonderful, fantastic, ingenious, etc. You actually have helped me XD thanks again! (by the way, are you sure it was called the hook? :/ I honestly don't remember that at all, and usually I'm good with remembering my titles)

Tue, February 12th, 2013 7:05pm

Indie Skreet

Oh dear, will teach me not to go to bed all night! No, I totally misinterpreted the reader, Amanda Brooke's, comment! Still think, 'The Hook' would be a great title though! lol.

Wed, February 13th, 2013 5:02pm

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Lol ok :D you had me worried there for a moment. And I'm inclined to agree with you on 'The Hook' being a cool title....but unfortunately the poem doesn't talk about hooks :(

Wed, February 13th, 2013 2:30pm

Stormbird Throneshaker

Nah, not the Hook, it ain't about Pirates deary...then on the other hand, it could be about Pirates of a different nature, you know? Given in to the Pirates that take our money, our minds, our souls...yeppers, sounds like Pirates to me. Old Captain Hookyou!
This gets a vote/like from me.

Fri, March 1st, 2013 12:18pm

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That's an interesting concept :D it's not quite what I was writing about, but dass ok :P and thanks for the comment and the like!

Fri, March 1st, 2013 4:39pm

ArdenSChanning

I really like it, Iskah! Very powerful with a strong beat, and also very accurate!

Sat, June 15th, 2013 9:57pm

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Haha thanks! :D

Sat, June 15th, 2013 3:54pm

acbowgus

Very thoughtful. Thanks for posting it.

Wed, July 3rd, 2013 1:24pm

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Thanks for commenting :)

Wed, July 3rd, 2013 1:04pm

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