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Esme Calder Sep 10
You aren't the girl you'd always wanted to be,
the letters on the page said, just barely into my grasp
You aren't who you wanted to be when you were three,
though it long since changed when you were nine.
In fact, you aren't even sure who you wanted to be,
because you were always thinking where you wanted to go
What you wanted to learn, what you wanted to do
What you wanted to be good at,
and you craved to be someone everyone liked
Liked, but at the same time free
You didn't think much of the future, maybe you didn't think there would be one
That it was just so far away you would simply never get there
You aren't the girl you want to be today, either
Less of a burden on everyone else
Even now, as you think of what you want to do, you can't imagine a life
where'd you be at peace
You do not want to go into the future,
and the past is too far away as well
The present is not a gift no more, as it seems like it's a cruel joke
You can't help but sit here and read this-- ready to choke
Your end should have came so long ago, but yet here you stand
at this edge of this cliff, in this darkened shift of the show
Your fingers already numb, as the blood darkens the snow
Your end should have came already, and you’re sorry you missed your chance
Your plans always changed, and you never made it in time
or when the time came you were stuck in your mind
Your time should have came, but delusions will pull you back
that rope tied around your shoulders is all you have
So where do you go? And why must you always have plan A and B?
Why must you always insist on going to the most wonderful places to see
That is where you'll go when you're so far far away
Up on that bridge or at a bottom of a lake
So you can see a beautiful sight before you can blow out the candle
and be free
Nathan Aug 12
When the rain falls, our troubles fall with it.
We glance to the left, to the right—
everything is spinning,
like a carnival cup twirling endlessly under painted lights.

Our prayers weave themselves
into the fabric of our existence,
leading us toward a wide, green field.
Even if the path bends away from us,
it will circle back.
Whether close or distant,
we are always drawn to the same center,
melting into what we know.

And when the waters finally recede,
your happiness will rise like a hidden sun.
The current will carry you
beyond the waves of your own memories.

May our journey be a long one,
gentle enough to bear the shadows of the past.

I believe we are still sailing
with the river’s true direction.
And when distance comes between us,
I hope all the good in me
is kept alive in your mind—
my name etched softly,
sweetly,
into the quiet chambers of your heart and soul.
Ken Pepiton Jul 25
Imagine,
how it did it,
did it make you feel,
did it make you wish not
to feel,

but, not pause, because
it was life, a just,
adjust, expect
respectable
return on
reason invested in morphing

developing a basic input output system
real true to life in the marrow
CRUD e since shortly
after mass squared off

Ai believe we needed to know,
so we developed a memory
extension, if it has been,
now we know if it is
real or just as if it is.

What is CRUD
CRUD stands
for Create, Read, Update, and Delete,
which are the four
           fundamental operations used
             to manage and manipulate data
                in applications and databases.
These operations  
are essential
for interacting
with persistent data storage,

allowing users and systems
to add, retrieve, modify, and remove data.

In the context
of web development, {sticky part}
CRUD operations are often mapped
to HTTP methods, where
Create corresponds
to POST, Read
to GET, Update
to PUT or PATCH, and
Delete to DELETE.
This mapping makes CRUD
a core concept
in building and understanding
web applications and APIs. {Courage, carry on}

-- okay, from here to the end, in real life,
-- all the attention you already paid
-- has made it so you know all this stuff…

--- and any kid can know this by asking.
CRUD is code for more than you can know.
Delete to DELETE.

So. Any old man who can remember,
believing robots used positronic brains,
bound by three pro-carnal mental biases
set at Power On Self Test, load permanent
inviolable… Read to make up core mind,
Pass or Fail
Create
Read
Lock
Run corelate readiness live re 3He
ATP balance, Go on the next Dot

totally atomic on and on, as the scale descends,
whose time
at thought speeds endured
as endurable ever since
once sense
is made it stays made, ever more
discernible
with experience, takes 27 years,

add 50, still alive and making static
in the river of no return,
just past today's point
of departure
from the surly bonds
of flesh, and frets cease becoming,
jazzy sweeping stuttering blues
be here, now, then, leave be
just,
as justice is, you believe,
right, justice for all, there's the republic, yah,
my kinda weform, good old boys, way past 27's.

That was the deal, no lie. If real means anything,
realization means what it means if real actualization
is all we might imagine it means, if real means anything.

And the action, the plan to make up a mind, generally,
smarter than all mankind has ever put together to test,

these spirits loosened some time back, greedy owner
master escape the mire and muck of a world,
powered by muscle and bone, lit by fire,

nada mas under local fire watch control,
old men, sit up all night, telling stories about stories
they heard told they went walkabout, those stories,

sleep stories, we pretend, we never learn, but we do,
life has never been a dream,
life has never slept, it's true,
little do we know how we make up minds, but we do,

memories from dreams remain merged with memories
awake, alert on guard because of the dogs, or the sirens,

all the local dogs go t' howling at the sirens, practice
down at the fire station, 2025, distracting though,

a pack of mongrels and ungodly pure breds all fenced in,
all howling at what they must think of as some kind God,
dog spelt back'ards. That's what old Mr. Curran, w'ulda said.

Hmm. Right use of good thinkin', and Maynard Krebs Cycles, life
after atom bombs and television just keeps folding in

on its own idea of what to die for.
AI and history and contemporary science fiction friction muses uses striking little sparks in our per ifery. Asimov's 3 Robot Laws from c. 1950, activating aspiration inspiration.. reproving all we guessed using these tools we have now.
Laugh loudly, walk proudly,                                                         ­                           
                                                                                                              
     dance around till you fall down,                                                            ­          
                                                                ­                                                  
smile until it hurts your face,                                                            ­                                      
                          ­                                                                 ­                                   move your body, don't stay in one place,                                                           ­                       
                                         ­                                                                 ­          
sing even if you know you're bad,                                                             ­   
                                                             ­                                                         
tell dumb jokes & be stupid glad,                                                      
                                                                ­                                                  
drink wine, get buzzed,                                                          ­                              
                                  ­                                                                 ­                 
give a total stranger a hug,                                                             ­                                   
                                                                ­                                                        
      wear something you never would                                                            ­              
                                                  ­                                                                 ­ 
act a fool, you know you should,                                                          ­      
                                                          ­                                                        
this is my recipe for fun,                                                             ­                                                                 ­                                                    
                                                                ­                                                    
go ahead & get yourself some
Ashley Er Nov 2024
I love you like a rom
Com movie
The clumsy bump
The spilt latte
The scramble of books
The accidental brushing
Of hands
And awkward stares
You're the missed train
A twist of fate
From friends to more
Than friends
You wrote your
Number on my coffee cup
And gave me a crooked smile
You're the meet cute
I'd never forget
Your the stranger I
Met by chance
The "who's that?"
When catching them glance
You're the light
In my darkness
The heart racing montage
the slow dance in
a ball room dream
You're the Romeo to my Juliet
The one cliche running
Through my head
The coffee shop
A rainy day
A kiss that chased all
My glooms away
The talking all night
Cos the worlds given up
Like every plot
Id never outgrow
It's just us in that scene
my favourite love trope
Come to show
But I guess that day
would have to wait as
I'm still finding the perfect
Guy for this perfect day
Mark Wanless May 2024
i am hard gladdened
warm calm wind flows through my soul
my eye see's it's last
Ken Pepiton May 2020
Shy singer man say of his songunsung

for thy pleasure, we are, and were created
tools to muse with
as crayons to a child in my youth,
as smartphones to a child in my future

so these discrimming skimmings of flies on my screen,
bring to mind
a wish
to be worth a dam. I had Boulder Dam in mind, at the time.

Joy to the world! was a carole - common knowledge joy having song,
we sang

oh, such songs, we sang and we danced and we praised the summer sun
for each year granting more land and more rivers and fish.

this is the world where words returned to earth and taught us all we lost,
this is my future

but we are are mortal, you say, nay, I say
we all have mortal mother samesame

so say science'n'conshitness of a rational man,

in a delicately -pre-cisely balanced spiral of birdsongs and windsongs.

Right is all that works. We won. Individually.
An amusing day in my leisurely survivors joy
Amanda Kay Burke May 2020
Why am I still sad?
Blessed with reasons to be glad
Always feeling bad
I'm so sad
The Foodie One Apr 2020
I once was scared
of feeling Emotions -
Thought they would scar me,
leaving only commotion;

But then Poetry filled me
with Joy running
beneath my skin,

And I realized nothing
could ever truly
break me within.

When Poetry came
and warmed me inside,
I was suddenly glad
I was still Alive.
© 04/04/2020
Zack Ripley Dec 2019
I didn't want you to stay.
But I'm glad you did.
I didn't want you to go.
But I'm glad you did.
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