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Aaron LaLux  Oct 2018
Matrixing
Aaron LaLux Oct 2018
I’m definitely Matrixed in,
feel like every girlfriend is a program,
feel like every experience is a dream,
feel like I don’t feel anything at all now,

maybe I’m a machine,
maybe I’m not a human being,
maybe I’m more cyborg than Sapien,
maybe I’m more electron than neuron,

and maybe none of this matters,

maybe we’re cogs in the vehicle,
maybe we’re abnormal cyborgs,
more flamboyant than incog,
more insignificant and important,

and maybe I’m special,
and maybe I do stand out more than most,
but at the end of the day I don’t think it matters,
because when it’s all said and done everything is just dust,

no justice,
it’s justice,
feeling a bit awkward and bazaar,
suspecting that they spiked the fruit punch,

and I don’t know for sure that none of this is real,
but I do have a pretty strong hunch,

want fresh squeezed not pre-made,
want a spontaneous feeling not an automated response,
want to stay here with you for as long as I can,
but I think that might be impossible because I’m probably already gone,

so please say something real or say nothing at all,
constantly trying to find ways to reaffirm our existence,
that’s why I still go out socialize and initiate relationships,
even though every time I do it all feels sterile cliche and pre-rehearsed,  

but maybe that’s because we’re living in a Matrix,

I’m definitely Matrixed in,
feel like every girlfriend is a program,
feel like every experience is a dream,
feel like I don’t feel anything at all now…

∆ LaLux ∆
Gabriel  Apr 2016
Vanishing
Gabriel Apr 2016
Projecting wishful daydreams in the battle to fall asleep, hoping for no nightmares in the simplistic counting of sheep.

But there is something lurking in the gloom of pressing night, something beyond the shadows for a feeling not quite right.

Peering through the blackness convinced of matrixing designs, until that intense moment when caught by steely eyes.

Gone within an instant was the will to move an inch, to the further realization of losing the ability to flinch.

Sliding ever closer to the distance within visions reach, hearing whispering softly yet never was there speech.

Turning to a horrid feeling that something is terribly wrong, only to wake up to the sun light...and everything is gone.
Semihten5  May 2018
A STORY
Semihten5 May 2018
matrixing baby
in own secret
maybe without knowing it
they are carrying themself

like us

— The End —