Clicks and beeps ping back and forth
from a retina display
to the reflections in your black mirrors.
You are digitized,
processed into servers.
But that is you. They only know us
by the mask we wear, not our faces too.
But who are we you ask?
We could be anyone; our black mirror is just like yours.
“My silver and white heart,
which stays still,
shall never sway
our collective will.”
This is our motto.
We serve justice,
for no one besides us, nobody else.
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
Today I had a dream,
I was in my father's house,
He told me to burn the money,
And something else...
Then I woke up hard and fast,
Nervous about what he had said.
Was it his ghost I spoke to last?
Then I realized he wasn't actually dead,
Just in a hospital bed.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
The glistening snow sweats off the arms of the woods,
The sun's warmth challenges the breeze,
But the breeze knows how to get under my skin,
The sun can only touch gently on the surface.
And another thing: my mind is at ease,
But it must be arousing to knead an angel in the doughy snow,
Rather than strap on my boots, pack up my book bag,
And to tune out the rest, put on my headphones,
Playing songs to keep me stuck inside my head.
Rather than grinding equations,
Taking notes,
Inspecting writing,
Instead of analyzing one of these,
I'd like to read glowing literature for my heart's sake.
The best days begin and end like this.
These days tranquilize me,
Sequester cortisol from my brain,
And quell thoughts of then,
thoughts of tomorrow, thoughts of today,
thoughts of when, thoughts of who,
thoughts of why, thoughts of how,
thoughts of you.
So since you aren't here to feed my soul,
And I can't read in this city's wretched cold,
I'll tuck myself inside my bed,
And burn my eyes on my phone screen instead.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
The crisp, nippy air and tired, grey clouds embrace me and I don't want them to let go.
A cotton sweatshirt, denim jeans, and skate shoes can only keep me so warm and safe. Then I'm vulnerable. I become transparent. It's so liberating to be honest, but it feels even better to share this. And that is something I usually don't.
But if it's with her, what do I really need anyway? Confidence, approval, guidance, renewal? Chance said 'there ain't nothin' better than fallin' in love,' so now it makes total sense why it's my favorite drug.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert… Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC