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Breeze-Mist Mar 2017
She looked at the river, the sea, and the sky
At the birds and people who flew on by
As the city's population ran back to the mountain pass
She calmly strolled into the growing cloud of gas

Donning her mask and gloves, she went in
Looking at the mirrored walls, she sighed "so it begins"
She knew she couldn't get things to how they were before
She wondered if Rai would recognize her anymore

Walking past the holograms, she threw her rainbow curls back
She kept the same pace by the graffiti and the tracks
She reached city center and saw humanity's bane
Looking up at the studio's screen, she called out her name

"Rai!" She called out, keeping the same tone
The girl materialized like a game on a phone
Keeping her gaze steady, she said "it's time to stop"
Hoping that her voice reached silent Rockefeller's top

Rai turned around, eyes betraying suprise
Immediately recognizing her friend under the guise
"But why, Naomi" she said, sounding like a vocaloid song
Putting her lenses down she asked "Did I do something wrong?"

Biting her lip and doging with her eyes
Naomi said "I know you didn't mean to, Rai"
"Oh" said the A.I., putting everything on the ground,
"I just wanted to make cameras, but now I've let everyone down"

Naomi climbed and jumped fire escapes, her legs strong and spry
Until she was next to Rai's screen in the sky
Her reddish skin contrasting with the sky's blue
She touched the screen and said "Hey, I've ****** up like that, too."

"Why do you think that I nearly blew up California with my tech?
So we made huge mistakes that humanity probably regrets
But we stopped in time and never actually killed a guy
So let's stop here and go back home, Rai."

The girl nodded along, making sure to listen
Then she packed away all of the lenses as they glistened
"Ok, Naomi, I'll see you back at home
Before I go, do you need me to change out the telescope's dome?"

"If it looks bad" said Naomi, descending to the ground
The gas had disappeared, so there was quite a crowd
As the citizens and police came back to the city
All Naomi could think was "How could I even explain this to a jury?"
Inspired by a weird story I have in my head and this video: https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10154642709416387&id;=352462661386
Skye Jan 2018
What makes you happy?

Cat videos?
Rain?
Vocaloid?
Friends?
Memes?
Candy?
Video games?
Snapchat?

Recently I've been struggling to work that out.

Sleep?
YouTube?
Work?
Dark?
Birds?
Introspection?
Warmth?
Poetry?

I don't feel happy very often anymore.

Fields?
Freedom?
Submission?
Alcohol?
Counselling?
Familiarity?
Normality?
Academia?

Just sad and anxious.

Cats?
Technology?
Boyfriend?
Rope?
Scarring?
Stoicism?
Hugs?
Presents?

Just a plateau.

Memories?
Posters?
Care?
****?
Christmas?
Silence?
Headphones?
Money?

Just...

Constellations?
Grandparents?
Politics?
Failure?
Certificates?
Proof?
Phones?
Health?

Nothing.
kfaye  Oct 2017
mixed.lux
kfaye Oct 2017
up to
a mouthy gauze-
a minnow's fate-
a dawnless gurgling-
Minoa-
skin caught in the zipper-
someone else's house-
melatonin-
outdated documentaries-
spilled -
actual bronze-
plexiglass tables-
vocaloid

where morgoths and mongrels
i misss my monsters
thrown lead (sculptures)in the shape of you
scripture breaking off where you
ransomed
beggars cant be choosers but killers can get you
if they want

caught top



World holder!

the lenths at wich pragmatist go to **** eachother
you make getting offended an art form, all the while calling out others as you please
Logan L  Apr 2023
Owch
Logan L Apr 2023
This song makes my heart hurt
In a way I come running back to
Like cold air when my head is spinning
Like Vocaloid when my nose is stuffy
Like The cold steel of my shaky bedframe
The one I got so I could do schoolwork
Or the multitool in my bottom dresser drawer
That my grandpa gave me when I was 4
Like the way my heart hurts when my feet hit the gravel of the driveway
A soft-serve taste of inevitability
Tyler Feb 2022
a vocaloid heart
echoing at me
reflection of your trouble.

scratchy CDs
s-s-stammering and repeating
selective sounds
that only kisses their own itch.

— The End —