Martyrs with megaphones

[kryssi_nykki]

Take the ground or the stars
and bend them till they become
a metaphor for
whatever base thought
you inflict on them next.

Blank pages are made to expand infinitely
or contract into a noose
around your neck.

Painted nails are made to
hammer into flesh till
you have finished putting
yourself on a cross.

The pen in your hand
is the double edged sword
plunged again and again into your sides
till you are satisfied.

Martyrs with megaphones,
we have become:

Pointing to the battered hearts
we tacked on our shoulders
because the world has stopped it's revolving...
around us.

[Agentlenihilist]

This makes my inner anarchist happy and sad at the same time, haha. I love this piece, was captivated from the first line and it did not let me down. The title is great too, thank you very much for sharing.

[kryssi_nykki]

thank you for your response :)

[everhopeful]

This has a really hard edge to it, the kind I love seeing in poetry. While I think you've chosen the right board for it too, I feel as though it has a much sharper and more confrontational side than a lot of pieces I see in here. Although a lot of the references in this seem to allude to writers, I can't help but see it as a broader social critique; admittedly writers can be as guilty of aiming for self-martyrdom as any, but it feels like a swipe at a world which has become self-obsessed, particularly when it isn't the be-all and end-all of attention.
Well penned, I like this one a lot.

[Rainman]

I like the way you think.
Poetry, in particular, must rise above artful whining if it's to be of any value, in my opinion anyway.
I thought the first stanza of your poem was especially well written by the way.
Nice work!

[kryssi_nykki]

Thank you both for your replies :) i admit it was meant for writers - myself included. without taking a p--- at freedom of expression, "artful whining" sums up a lot of what i see these days.

[tangerinepie]

What a poem this is, the third and fourth stanzas made me hum with admiration.It is so visceral..just an amazing spotlight poem..Congrats..Tangie..

[Josie]

There are martyrs and there are martyrs with megaphones, the ones who tack battered hearts on their shoulders because they recognize the world is no longer revolving around them, if, indeed, it ever did. Unlike Jesus, they are pounding nails to hang themselves on a cross and plunging a double edged sword into their sides. The double edged sword is actually a pen. These writers are the martyrs with megaphones. This is thought provoking and clever. Congratulations on the TPS Spotlight.

[kryssi_nykki]

exactly, thank you :)