Pose.

Yup, it's here.

Let the flash steal your soul, just there in your bright eyes.
The mirror in front of you degrading you, knowing you.
Every piece of who you are, every tiny critique on film.
Every word or sound you let slip, caught on his tongue.

Pixilated degradation tainting your every thought skillfully.
The thoughts of those you choose to love later, seen in their mind.
Knowing, hating, trying to cope with what, not who, you are.
‘Who’ got stolen in a fretful glance at your body that is not theirs.

Explain yourself away in your sea of lies, unchanging with tide.
Practiced, perfected, posed; fishing them lifeless when needed.
Placing them on a lover’s lips, pulling away from your filth.
Let the flash steal your soul, in the hands of another man.

Author's Note

Is pixilated a word? Not that I care.....

Reviews

[Devons]

No amount of intellectual psychoanalysis could more incisively and philosophically better the abstract diagnosis of Marilyn Monroe's (or any like hers) sickness. She was a victim of herself, her own image that made her, and the inevitable attitudes of the men who beheld her. And the perceptive and comprehending appraisal this poem makes encompasses all such women who place themselves in the position of idol or sex symbol. Truly, in the eye of the beholder, you are no longer a proper human being. Of the many things that have been said on this subject, I have read little better; poetically or otherwise.

[fireblossom]

Right on the money! The picture of MM was a great choice if not the inspiration for this really good poem. Let the flash steal your soul, in the hands of another man...a great conclusion for this poem.

[Crowley]

I've read this a couple times now and keep thinking of the spooky old kids ghost story Bloody Mary. Looking in is harder than looking out, and this one has a bit of soul searching in it. A personal and social comment to die for. Nice work.

[fatalsymphonies]

So imaginative. I loved it. "Sea of lies, unchanging with the tide". wow. brilliant.

[Brad]

yep, it's a word, and i love the bitterness encased in this, it has a beauty all it's own

[Coyote Poetry]

"Knowing, hating, trying to cope with what, not who, you are.
‘Who’ got stolen in a fretful glance at your body that is not theirs."
The poem is amazing. No weakness in this poem. You ask many questions and open up many topics in this poem.
"Placing them on a lover’s lips, pulling away from your filth.
Let the flash steal your soul, in the hands of another man."
The poem is outstanding. You gave me many things to think about.
Coyote

[Ed Hart]

yes, 'pixilated', it can be toxic