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Hare?

Is it stuck up?

Tired of reality?
You just hope
You wake up in a dream.
Do you know you risk a nightmare?
The mind hatches awful plans,
Sets up terribly dreadful schemes.
What's it all mean?
I don't know?
Maybe?
Do you know?

And this is how it ends!
And this is how it begins!

It's all alphabetical,
All numerical.
Can you hear the song,
Read in-between the lyrics?
The structure of its wording?
Have you tried at singing?

Is it all spiraling?

Chelone?
"Great!" They said.

"So I'll be you, and you be me?"

"Correct!"

"And you'll be them, and they'll be you?"

"Accurate!"

And so they all swapped their devices,
All took each other's names/profiles,
Saying nothing of what they were actually doing!

"So who will I even be talking to?"

"Don't worry, you'll know it!"

"But how will I understand it as them?"

"Wouldn't you know if you didn't?"
For all the modulations were done by third-party, not on the devices in question! Each created communication was as a crafted message!
Zywa Apr 7
I sometimes receive

mail with no meaning attached:


an exchange parcel.
Comic strip #173 - "Heer Ollie en Een Bommelding" ("Sir Oliver and A Bomble-thing", 1983, Marten Toonder), tier 1387

Collection "**** & Lord"
Zywa Apr 3
The sound of the wind

and the water comforts me --


Tell him of my love!
Air "Zeffiretti, che sussurrate" ("Solely through you, my sweet love") from the opera "Orlando finto pazzo" ("Orlando, the fake madman", 1714, RV 727, on which the 1723 air "Onde chiara che sussussurate" from the opera "Ercole su'l Termodonte" is based, RV 749.21 and 749.31 [with a second soprano as echo], Antonio Vivaldi), libretto Grazio Braccioli, based on the epic "Orlando innamorato" ("Orlando in love", 1495, Matteo Maria Boiardo) - Origille

Collection "Love Mind and Death"
Izan Almira Apr 2
I hate the way you isolate yourself when you need help the most,
because I just want to hold your hand and tell you it'll be ok,
be a shoulder to cry on,
the person you rely on.

I wish I were your neighbor and I could visit you every day.
I wish I lived next door. I wish I could be by your side.
But I’m not.

Because I'm a thousand miles away.
So please,
please,
please.

Let me in. talk to me.
Don't get lost in yourself
Let me be the light
Let me guide you through the darkness of your mind.
Let me get my hands ***** with your thoughts—
At least this one time.

I just want you to be okay.

I want the distance to be the only thing pushing us apart.
neth jones Mar 30
so much squawk and squall    too many people echo the walls
abrasive  and i've no block but to ingest it
wrappered and trapped in this room-without-imagination
this is fusion   a batter of coms and intel i cannot separate and
rooms instrument clamps me   pressioned still          
                         and inflates me like a berry
my vision is expelled                      
my teeth pop out    my ears whine and whistle
my pores fire out tiny dirt pellets                    
                    and my friends duck for cover

all the bombast and sonic din that entered
and all the gases combust from within                          
         I go from ‘surprising’ and ‘absurd’
                                to full on percussion and detonation

what did they do   to deserve a friend like me ?
it’ll be some time    before they enjoy a good meal in company
one without p.t.s.d.   revulsion
and  (without a choice)  in memory of me
Le Toad Mar 25
Words like wasps clamor across
empty, luminant screens
Voices cast in Unicode
Feelings in Unicode screams
I close my eyes between the words
just so I can breathe
As the words start to sting
and my brain begins to swell
and the words echo
and the stings linger——
Happens ever time
Behind every letter there is a pulse
Of a stranger I will never see or know
I remind myself of the human heart
that beats behind the glow
Bonnie Mar 18
I scrolled through the world on a glowing screen,  
Where faces smile but none are seen.  
A thousand "friends" with a flick of my thumb,  
but my heart is still lonely, heavy, and numb.

I sent a "LOL" to a blinking face,  
But the laughter? It lingered in no known place.  
The hugs were emojis, the laughs acronyms  
A hollow façade, cheap digital whims.

So I asked my phone, "What’s wrong with me?"  
It buzzed and it hummed and said, "Let’s see…"  
"You’ve got followers, likes, a profile so bright,  
But maybe you’re missing what’s out of sight?"

I wondered aloud, "What do you mean?  
I’ve got all the gadgets and a touchscreen."  
The phone just blinked, and offered no aid,  
The battery dimmed and hope was decayed

So I stepped outside with hesitant feet,  
The air was real, the sun kissed my cheek.  
But what if a stranger my presence espied
Better not risk it, I’m going inside.

I rang up a mate, just to hear them say,
“Wow” it’s been so long! Let’s meet up today."  
No filters, no captions, no polished display,  
Just stories and laughter to fill up the grey.

By the lake where the willows gracefully bend,  
We spoke about nothing, but it still seemed to mend.  
My fears took flight, like birds set free,  
And the world felt vast, yet still kind to me.

But even so, when the sun slipped away,  
And I found myself alone at the end of the day,  
It seemed to me, that we all blindly dance  
Fleeting connections left up to chance."

It’s the paradox, the great in-between,  
Of a world that’s both digital and unseen.
Counting likes to a meaningless prize  
I yearn just to matter in somebody’s eyes .

So I’ll take the tech, but I’ll tread with care,  
And seek the moments that make life rare.  
A screen can’t hold you, nor replace the touch,  
But balance is everything—it matters so much.

So here I stand, a creature of two,  
Caught in the old, the new, the true.  
I’ll scroll a bit, then I’ll put it away,  
and live, and love, in a human way.
This verse explores the paradox of living in a hyper-connected yet isolating digital world.
Zywa Mar 17
We communicate

in the language of the earth:


rivers, roads and clouds.
Poem "in welke taal zal ik je woorden geven" ("in what language shall I give you words" - "Boekenweekgedicht 2025" ["Book Week Poem 2025"], Sholeh Rezazadeh)

Collection "Home sea"
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