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Elaenor Aisling Sep 2021
Calling all,
This is our last cry before
eternal
silence.*

In the quiet spaces between waves
the last vestiges of humanity sink,
dots, bubbles bursting in sea foam
fragile as mermaids' souls,
dashes, innumerable shafts of sun on water
Cascading to the sea floor.
Cast the net of time wider
The final chorus of lost comrades
fervent tapping of fingertips
Lingering in the swells.
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             . . .
The italicized verse is the French Navy’s last message transmitted before discontinuing Morse code in French waters. The Morse code at the end of the poem is SOS.
Tania Feb 2021
Computer code is made of what,
Of devils thoughts
And dreams of god.
izzn Jan 2021
404 leads to your flaws
302 you perched from the dark
211 'cause you steal my heart
101 you got me all enthralled
500 when I see you from afar
220 honey, that's what you are
508 of you, I should be warned
381, well 143 is too typical
224 mad easy, 'cause you're so lovable
dedicated to no one in particular,
or at least
not yet :)
hehe
Rafaldini Nov 2020
There are words of hate
into words of pain
building words of regret
through words in vain

my life our life
it just doesn't really matter
fake parts of the silk
fading moisture on milk
a gentle
dreadful
wind-whisper-ghost
Cross Boundry Oct 2020
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Dante Rocío Jul 2020
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A solemn note of demands of my going on.
Each word divided by two units of space.
Decode and see. Feel.
~
leechyna Jun 2020
Sometimes am so down that I think of counting flying moths
Then I remember same happens to my life months
Stand up dusts myself off
Sit on usual state of life; computer looking at me with a sorrowful face
Starts by naming my code my worst ex I had
Type furiously as if am killing the mode
Then wait till fingers tingle and stop coding
If it does run😂😂😂😂
Sometimes I feel
Like I'm speaking in code,
Because no one understands my rambles.
No one understands these numb dumb blues.
So I'll keep looking for the one
The one who understands the code
And make small talk feel like stories,
And tell me all their tiny little thoughts.
And while I'm waiting,
I'll keep looking for you
Lost in wavelength code
It's strange all these feelings I feel, sometimes I wish I could just be totally numb, that way it wouldn't hurt being all alone
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