The gentle azure grace of dusk's fleeting light
Trailing colors The light dances Just out of reach
1:1 “Why are you alone?” “They taught me I needed no one else.”
The feeling is emboldening, Perhaps. It is as if . . . I have been a Pawn My whole life. Crossing straight through a board Not a care in the mind, Marching along to the orders, A system designed To force my expiry, And all of those like me. By our own hands, No … Continue reading To 1-B (a poem about power)
We heaped lies on lies to cover up lies, We lied because we wanted appeal. We had never even known anything else, We did it to make ourselves feel real.
Her beauty laid in the grace with which she handled hearts, how she knew where the cracks of hurt were, without even asking.
The publishing and media industries peddle to our sense of sympathy and morality in desperate attempts to not be absorbed by their competitors. They accomplish this by keeping company missions in line with the majority opinions on various social media platforms. Everything about our lives, down to our opinions, is actively being collected and sold by data harvesting corporations. Our way of thinking is up for sale.
The foundations to be shaken were already taken down By hands and unheard voices mistaken Of the downtrodden, low-down found out To be rotten, begotten of times and rhymes designed To ride the fine lines dividing divines
As the vessel unfurled to a boundless womb, unspeakable darkness yawned out.
I am fine . . . just a little lost, it seems. If you do not mind waiting on me, I will find my way back one day. Maybe we might laugh again, How foolish was our youth, How cruel children are, It really has been long. If you can wait for me, Just a … Continue reading Traveler
