Copy yourself, make something other a binary you, in a world of starships and code and the fact that death doesn’t really mean anything here.
Right here, we don’t need oxygen or food, in this world of falsity and fantasy and the sweetness of hallucination that aches behind your body. Stand still, headset firmly on and breaths calm, a new world awaits your better self where you forget the depersonalisation of still always being human.
Copy that, you’re the captain of false starships, hurtling through uncertainty with virtual reality comforting you when you realise that you’ll never be like this.
Another you, version fifty-three in a chain, never changing yourself or becoming something better only sticking in mistakes and pretending like it’s improvement.
Copy yourself, make another other for another self, forget your body and transmit human signals to other fake-people who tell themselves aching stories
of a reality that we daren’t change.
Something I wrote for a creative writing portfolio in first year of university.
I am not a saint and neither are you. So what are we to do - But sit back and Watch the same suspects; Sit in self-pity, Sick to their stomachs; With own-grown notions; Of a love so cavity-sweet. A rotten romance Written by children - Drags us all to the dentist.
As it takes centre stage; We act it out together. Watch as they gorge themselves Fat on the falsity; Stuck in a daze of how they Ought to be; Of how they'll never be.
And the hope heals the heat of it. Softens the sting of it - Like milk; But like milk that sits stagnant; It'll slowly turn sour. Watch as the older ones choke on it. Swig back and cough up the chunks in it. Self-hatred never settled well.
Look, Look but don't touch. People like us are too rough; For the people of painted porcelain. Fairy-tale spines are feeble; Paper hearts and scripted stories Smolder in the heat of us; Fold with the weight of us.
And I will never understand, Why delusions rule reality? Why broken hearts are promised to teenage dreamers? Why mad in love is the golden rule? Surely, insanity only drives you to a hospital? I can't go back down that road. I want to be sane in love; The same in love; Or not in love. After all, What's wrong with a little *** and sanity?
So, We are not saints; And I don't believe in god. I don't need your love story. Baby don't lie to me; Heaven isn't here for the finding; **** fake fantasies; Let's make our own masterpiece; Just paint my skin with your lips with my lips on your skin; before we fall asleep.
I hung your heart With your coat by the door, You can have it back; When you leave in the morning.
There oughta be another option, A different route to take. Alternate realities are limited, The receptors are collapsing in. Actors are computer generated, Vocalists are lip synching, Wood's not wood, The bellfry is a facade, And my chicken dinner didn't hatch. My clothes are made of oil, My veggies grow indoors, I'm drinking chlorine and fluoride, Bottled water isn't wet. What I see's not what I get. Yes or no simply won't do. My tires aren't rubber, I'm laying slicks, Shakespeare's off the curriculum. That's not the face you had last week, Nor the body you've long borne. Gimme some old fashioned ice-cream. They're laying oil lines, Clear-cutting my life line, Soon landing us on Mars. Yes or no won't do. ***** a fence around our world, We're living in a zoo.
Sometimes you are caught Between the intersections Of you and your reflection Wondering, about the reality So much happens between Exchanges with your reflection Mirroring what you want to see And what reality actually is Try to touch the portrayed image Segregate the inner reality And the outer façade for the world Mirror what you really are And your reflection will embrace you Given the clarity, that shatters The reflection of a reflection Thus blossoms the image from the heart Mirror will be glistening with pride
How many faces you wish? For you are not true to your own Can you bear the burden of many? Posing as everyone, but you Even the mirror will be flummoxed Ashamed to show the real you Maybe a face forgotten long ago Waging a war against yourself An army of many faces adopted Will bring you to the gallows That will be the end to your identity When you will be unmasked