julia-masi - Hello Poetry

Lucid dreams arise after hazy Safaris through tangled vines of Neurons and synapses in the jungles Of sleeping gray matter Searching for the swift and innocent prey Among the hungry carnivorous beasts During REM When nothing is black and white transgressions provide The playlist of ominous electronic dance music Announcing the opening scenes of today's daily rushes missteps create nightmares in 3-D fueled by a steady diet of content creators spreading division Endless hours of True Crime And rerun marathons lusting over the brilliant minds Of Reid and Alvarez Until the jarring sound of a DJ’s old school scratch Our breath grows short we bolt upright then sink down eyes in an airtight squint as the scene changes A dramatic rescue Into the wishes we are to shy to visualize Or speak after daybreak Julia Masi

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Sep 18, 2025

Sep 18, 2025 at 1:52 PM UTC

julia-masi

Private Movies

Lucid dreams arise after hazy Safaris through tangled vines of Neurons and synapses in the jungles Of sleeping gray matter Searching for the swift and innocent prey Among the hungry carnivorous beasts During REM When nothing is black and white transgressions provide The playlist of ominous electronic dance music Announcing the opening scenes of today's daily rushes missteps create nightmares in 3-D fueled by a steady diet of content creators spreading division Endless hours of True Crime And rerun marathons lusting over the brilliant minds Of Reid and Alvarez Until the jarring sound of a DJ’s old school scratch Our breath grows short we bolt upright then sink down eyes in an airtight squint as the scene changes A dramatic rescue Into the wishes we are to shy to visualize Or speak after daybreak Julia Masi

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Streaming energy drains from stiff wrists nimble fingers do the talking without eye contact we slump into the grip of isolation our chests tighten like a vise around a ripe tomato the loneliness erupts In a shower of pale flavorless depression we grasp for light Streaming like a rogue poltergeist from the palms of our hands from thin glowing notebooks and tablets on our desks teaching the false commandments etched in the dissolvable stone tablets Promises of quick fixes for exhausted neuro receptors Passages into elite kingdoms Where partners choose us we return hour after hour chasing warmth of a dopamine hit Streaming bonds us over games and banal conversation where the shelter of connection collapses under the weight of intimacy faster than the roof on a house of cards on a wobbly table where false friendships and sleepovers with bots bind and gag us slowly with their velvety dark suffocation and addiction to an artificial community Julia Masi

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Sep 18, 2025

Sep 18, 2025 at 1:41 PM UTC

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Your Have Reached A Disconnected Human

Streaming energy drains from stiff wrists nimble fingers do the talking without eye contact we slump into the grip of isolation our chests tighten like a vise around a ripe tomato the loneliness erupts In a shower of pale flavorless depression we grasp for light Streaming like a rogue poltergeist from the palms of our hands from thin glowing notebooks and tablets on our desks teaching the false commandments etched in the dissolvable stone tablets Promises of quick fixes for exhausted neuro receptors Passages into elite kingdoms Where partners choose us we return hour after hour chasing warmth of a dopamine hit Streaming bonds us over games and banal conversation where the shelter of connection collapses under the weight of intimacy faster than the roof on a house of cards on a wobbly table where false friendships and sleepovers with bots bind and gag us slowly with their velvety dark suffocation and addiction to an artificial community Julia Masi

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Wind bouncing off the brick walls like a tennis ball at Wimbledon Volleying between two apartment buildings for hours leveling cardboard box condos Sheltering In a makeshift urban mid-Autumn camp A treasure chest of ordinary matches Ignite candles in deep inside an aluminum cans recycled to warm the stiff fingers of sleepless Transients Julia Masi © Jul 4, Julia Masi

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Sep 18, 2025

Sep 18, 2025 at 1:40 PM UTC

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Gloves

Wind bouncing off the brick walls like a tennis ball at Wimbledon Volleying between two apartment buildings for hours leveling cardboard box condos Sheltering In a makeshift urban mid-Autumn camp A treasure chest of ordinary matches Ignite candles in deep inside an aluminum cans recycled to warm the stiff fingers of sleepless Transients Julia Masi © Jul 4, Julia Masi

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Crushed By The Weight of Truth Buried, Under the dusty rubble of fallen bricks From a condemned house of secrets Haunted by betrayal and fear That the skeletons of a heinous crime May fail to turn to dust Suffocated By a the silver electrical tape of pledge confidentiality I am bound to a rocking chair Outside of his empty closet facing the cracked window where the wrecking ball of posthumous justice Has lost its momentum Julia Masi

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Sep 18, 2025

Sep 18, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC

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Crushed By The Weight of His Secret

Crushed By The Weight of Truth Buried, Under the dusty rubble of fallen bricks From a condemned house of secrets Haunted by betrayal and fear That the skeletons of a heinous crime May fail to turn to dust Suffocated By a the silver electrical tape of pledge confidentiality I am bound to a rocking chair Outside of his empty closet facing the cracked window where the wrecking ball of posthumous justice Has lost its momentum Julia Masi

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Venomous words of self-defense Swallowing self-preservation Listening to the cackle of charlatans A clique of laypersons Who wear pink on Wednesday Diagnose my critical thinking skills and logic As a dangerous mental disability I held back Venomous word self-dense Because I’m not a medical doctor Just an academic, a meger PhD

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Sep 18, 2025

Sep 18, 2025 at 1:21 PM UTC

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Biting My Tongue

Venomous words of self-defense Swallowing self-preservation Listening to the cackle of charlatans A clique of laypersons Who wear pink on Wednesday Diagnose my critical thinking skills and logic As a dangerous mental disability I held back Venomous word self-dense Because I’m not a medical doctor Just an academic, a meger PhD

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