Poetry
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In the glow of screens, our souls entwined,We trade real faces for ones designed.Digital chains that tighten and bind,A modern pact naively signed. We scroll and click in a trance-like state,Hearts turn cold as screens captivate.The human touch we underrateAs devices dictate our lonely fate. Echoes of laughter, once bright and near,Now muffled whispers we…
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In the dim recesses of a tormented mind,A voice whispers, cruel and unkind.It echoes through the hollow halls,In relentless waves, on shadowed walls. I fall deeper into this silent scream,A soul adrift in a dark, waking dream.Mirrors mock with a twisted grin,Reflecting the loathing that festers within. Each thought, a thorn in my side,Cycles of…
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In the shadowed gloom of broadband’s glow,Where data streams and lost dreams flow,I penned my name, a fateful scrawl—Sold my soul to the regional telco. Bound by wires, spun tight and deep,In digital webs where secrets creep,My spirit locked in a circuit’s thrall,To the humming surge of a spectral call. Silicon chains and optic threads,Where…
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In shadows cast by flickering screens,A wayfaring stranger wandered through the dreamsOf rooms bedecked with lavish flair,His every dime spent at Wayfair. His heart once housed abundant hope,But now it dangles from a fraying rope.With each click, a joy, a chair,A bauble bought, but cupboards bare. Through halls of mirrors, illusion’s feast,He piled high the…
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Let’s bring back the lost art of the simple get-together When folks could be themselves and it didn’t matter whether You hosted the best parties or your couches were leather, Your pillows were down or your comforters feather. All the peer pressure, the instagram-worthiness, the end of your tether— It’s really not worth it, whatever…
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Mom, dad, brother, sister,Relatives, friends, any old misterOr miss, as good as a mile:I use them all in self-centered styleWhile climbing thru life, treading them under,All to attain my ill-gotten plunder. My ill-gotten plunder, my illicit gain—Snatched from the masses to my disdain;They’re rungs in my ladder, steps in my stair,A means to an end…
