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̶̷̷̷̷̷̡̙͕̥͚͔̝̪̮͔̺̖͖̟̠͔̝̪̮͔̺̖͖̟̠̔̌́̽̽͗̈̊̉̾̉̾̚͝͝͝𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 ...𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴..


̶̴̸̡̧̢̭̟͖̦̹̺͙͍̳̠͕͍̬͙̩̖͔̘͛́͊̀̎͊̓͌̿̑͋͛̀͂͗̚͘̚͜͜͝͠͠/̴͚͙̞͚̖̫̫͚͐̏́͗̿̇̀͘̕\̴͓͓̖̩̦̘͚̄͆̉̀͜͠.̶͉̤̭͓̀͗̌͐̄̒̈́͋̚͘ ̷̨̠̻̝͓̯̩̘̈́̈́́͐̇̑ ̴̹̆̋͂ ̴̧͔̺̜̪͍̰͈̄̏̕͝͠ͅ ̴̨̩̆̀̌̐͋ ̶̧̛̤̳̮̱̦̒̓̾̏́͊̉̀́ ̴̛̘̯̬̺̣́̉̉͋̏̅͑͝ ̵̜͚̭̜̻͑͗̋͆̚ ̸͖̗̫̻̟̌̉̌̓ͅ ̴̞̫̜̟̞̯̯̗̥̓͆̌̀̃ ̷̺͋̂́̊̀ ̷̙̗̗͖̎ ̷̪̰̤̥͚̍́̆̾̀̚͜ͅ ̸̝̆̏͌̒̊͆̌̌͝\̵̯̈́̿́̉͐́͆̒͊̚/̶͕͓͇̻̪͙̬̓́̂̌ ̶̢̬̭͙̼̯͔͕̝͇̾̔̈́͝ ̷̮͇͌̐̆̎̑̂̒͝͝/̶̧̧̹̜̲̰̓̈́̽͜\̷̶̷̷̷̡̙̙͕̥͚͔̝̪̮͔̺̖͖̟̠̉̏̒̔̌́̽̽͗̈̊̉̾̚͝͝͝.̶̡̬̪̻͔̺̰͋ͅ­̟.̶̧͇̟͇͒.̵͈̱̉̑̈͆̃͑̉̾́̐.̶͎̮͙̥̼͉̭̌̔̋̓̀̕̕͝.̸͓̖͎̋͆.̵̜̜̣̑͛̿͑̍̀̋͆̽ͅ.̵̏͘­̧̲̎̑̒̎̽̋̇͜.̷̛̥̫̥͍͕̰͉̏͝.̶̧̟̗̭̱͈̻̙̜͑͒̾͑́̏̅͛͝͝ͅ.̷͖̀̈̐͋̔̎̚̚͜.̸̛́̋̉̓͘͠­̳͙̟̜͍̠̰̳̏̀ͅ/̷̥̣͊̆̈́́̽̂͆ͅ\̷͇̖͙̦͖̺̥̮̽̚/̷̬̝̦̦̙͈̗̃̓̀̕͠\̴̖̗̮̦͙͉̍̃͐͜͝/̵̵̵̵͓̰͓̰͓̰͓̰͊͛̐̿̏͋͑͂̂͊͛̐̿̏͋͑͂̂͊͛̐̿̏͋͑͂̂͊͛̐̿̏͋͑͂̂. _̶̷̷̡̙͕̥͚͔̝̪̮͔̺̔̌́̽̽͗̈̊̉̚͝͝͝.              <-----my brain right now
̶̷̷̡̙͕̥͚͔̝̪̮͔̺̔̌́̽̽͗̈̊̉̚͝͝͝_̷̖͖̟̠̾ ̴̹̆̋͂ ̴̧͔̺̜̪͍̰͈̄̏̕͝͠ͅ ̴̨̩̆̀̌̐͋ ̶̧̛̤̳̮̱̦̒̓̾̏́͊̉̀́ ̴̛̘̯̬̺̣́̉̉͋̏̅͑͝ ̵̜͚̭̜̻͑͗̋͆̚ ̸͖̗̫̻̟̌̉̌̓ͅ ̴̞̫̜̟̞̯̯̗̥̓͆̌̀̃ ̷̺͋̂́̊̀ ̷̙̗̗͖̎ ̷̪̰̤̥͚̍́̆̾̀̚͜ͅ ̸̝̆̏͌̒̊͆̌̌͝\̵̯̈́̿́̉͐́͆̒͊̚/̶͕͓͇̻̪͙̬̓́̂̌
A glitch in me..
LC Apr 2021
for a split second,
the TV screen turned red,
followed by a shrill beep.
it was a small glitch,
too small to be noticeable,
so the television stayed.

the longer she watched it,
the more often it turned red,
the longer the high-pitched beep.
but she could never predict
when the glitch would happen,
and she waited for it to be normal.

eventually, she adjusted
to a perpetually red screen
and an irritating, shrill hum
until her friend came in,
asking why the screen was red
and where the noise was coming from.

she brushed it off,
claiming it was a glitch.
the screen stayed that way,
and the hum persisted.
her eyes slowly became weary,
and her ears started ringing.

her friend took her away.
her eyes and ears got a break,
and she saw a different screen,
one of many colors, showing life
in its beautiful and tragic moments.
she heard vivid, rich, musical voices.

she went back to her television,
exhausted, trying in vain to fix it,
but it would not change,
no matter how hard she tried.
questions bloomed in her mind
until it suddenly dawned on her.

this was never a glitch.
it was a complete malfunction.
her heart and head were pounding
as she held an antenna to her chest.
it weighed her arms down,
but she threw it across the room.

it crashed into the television,
and the screen went black.
the hum stopped, and all was quiet
except for her loud breathing.
she wept as relief washed over her
and she lay down, content at last.
#escapril day 21! I would love to hear what you think this poem is about.
Was it a glitch?
Or was it a reminder
That the end is coming?
I speak to the stars
To provide answers,
As they have passed on
Inspiration to gaze upon
For years,
But they remain silent
As though they have forgotten me.
Perhaps since I learned my death day
On January 1st,
I lost my ability to live
With the gift
Of new knowledge.

I cheated,
And now feel invisible
As the world
Passes around me.
I’m no longer an obstruction
I’m just a figure
With no shadow,
With only the ability to write,
And post
And fulfill what I promised,
But I fear
What comes after
When yesterday’s
Was written illegible.
31 lines, 307 days left.
Jacob Charest Feb 2020
A distant voice speaks out
tells me to wake up
it echoes through my head
condescending
a moment of dread

chasing aspirations
a minute passes
my failures catch me
time to gather the masses

hunt me down
pick me back up
show me where I was
show me how things end up

what could this be?
a forgotten fever dream
a simple symphony
a glitch in time
it's all a memory
Skye Nov 2019
ψ ψ̸̖̊͗̉͘̚͘͘ ̴̡̝̥̲͉̫̀̒́̒͐̚ψ̶̘̐͆ ̷̡̡̩͓̣͂̓ψ̶̣̺̲̓̎ ̶̜̱̪̮͓͆͐̔͒̋̚ͅͅ⛥̷̧̨̣͙̮̿̀̽͂͛͒͛̚ͅ ̸̢̢̝̦̠́̒̊̀̅̓̉ψ̵͕̹͇͖͚̹͂̌͆̿́̀͘͝ͅ ̵͇͖̌͛̚͝⛧̸̹̣͑͂͂͆̌̕̕ ̸̧̢̨͉̝̗͉̾̀͐̔̉͊̇͠ͅ⛥̷̧͖͈̹͙̄͋̅͊̏͜͠͠ ̷̯̬͉̪̲̀̽͒̿͘͜⛧̷̡̠̉̑̄͝ ̴̹͎̻͖̌̏̄̅̄͗͝⛧̸̯͈̃̽ͅͅ ̷̢̤̗͊̑̀̏͠⛥̸̘̑̑͋̋͠ ̷̛̛̫̬͇̣̆̄͑́͠☠̶̧̢̨̨͉̩͓͚̀̕̕ ̶̰͈̫͑ͅ⛧̴̯͚͍̜͇̳̫̃̕ ̵̢̛̹̝͕͇̥̽̋̿̀̈́͜⛧̸͚̺̲̀̈́͌ ̴͚̽̓⛧̸͓͚̉̔̆̓̿̕ ̵͉̣̖̞͂͗̂̓͌͘͠I̶̻̦̻̬͈̲͈͋̃́̃
̷̧̛͙͇̲̯͙̮̬̀̌̂͂c̵̘̥̼͓͖͖̲͒̅̽a̴̫̹̝̞͈͈̺͘͠n̶­̧̪̘̮͚̝͍̿̚ͅ'̸̨̮̺͇͚͑͒̔̑͗t̵͙͕̭̹͎̝̜̍͑
̸̞̇̍͂̃s̸̢̪̼̟͖͆̆́̇̊̔̃͝t̸̢̧̃̈̊̓́̕­̞͈̠̜̠̹ǒ̸̡͖͈̣͐́̀͋̃p̴̡̖͉̣̞͍̀̌͠
̴̹͛̂̽g̷̡̮̥̺̺̈́͆́̒̆͘͝l̴̨̯̟̬͗̃͌͆̔̐̔̋͜i­̴̱̬͕̤̩͆̎ţ̸̘͍̬̳͖̭̯̈́͐̀̀̎ċ̸̛̣̑̈́͑͊̀̚ḧ̵̨̢̙͖͚̤͖́͐̈́͝ǐ̴̢̞̱̤̜̣͓͖͑̈́͂n̷̆͗­̡̬̳̬̼͇̪͊g̶̺̗̳̺̫̈́̓̕ ̵͖̀͆͠͠☠̵̤̬̥̐ ̵̣̟̬̀⛥̷̨̣̠̜̿͛̋ ̶̢͇͉͉̭̠͕̉̿̈̌̂͌̍⛧̷͙̦͔̈́̀̄̚̕ ̸͔̖̤̕⛥̸̡͎̣̗̞̊̏̑͜͝͠ ̵͍̩̙̮̱̥͚̈́̈́̌̑̍͋͐̅⛥̷͕̣̬̱̫̃̓͆̽ ̷̹͍͕̙͖̌̃͌̊͜ψ̴̡̹̦̖͕͓̄̕ ̷̬͉͖̻͔̃̈́́͜⛥̴̘̑͒ ̵̮̣̄̈́̈͝⛧̵̪͕̳̞͑͆̀̍̒̀͝ ̸̲̟͎̥͙́̂͑̀͆⛥̴̦͕̤͐̆̒͑ ̷̛̩͗̑͛̇̔́͂☠̴͎͉̩̰̽̇̈́ ̴̮͑͗͌̒͘⛥̵̢͚̺̩̱̥͎̈͒͆͐̒̚͝ ̷̥͕̖̰͇͗͜ψ̷̨̧̣̫̩̙̲̯̄́̔ ̸̡̦̞̤̹́͑̂̌̄͆͝͝☠̷̜̽̅͠ ̷̦̜̽̅͆̍̈͛☠̸̘̞̝͌̄͆̍̉̑ ̶̧̗̩̗͓̠̂̄͛̍ͅ⛥̷̧͚̦̄͊ ̸̳͚̣̓̅́͂̉̉̑̚☠̶̨̛̤̝̞̦̤̤͌͗͊̑̿ ̶̢̝̇̀̓ψ̸̹̜͙̾̒͋ ̸̡̮̮̺̻̜͖̯͐͝⛥̵͕̺͚̊ ̴̢̟̖͎̓̽͊̄⛧̵͇͖͖̗̦̼͎̺̿͗̀͘͠ ̶̮͋͒̇̀̍⛥̸̡̠̯̈́̌̑̈́̊̾͑͝ ̷̡̾͊̑̅̓̌́̐☠̶̧̤̰̙͍̙͕̣͋͂͝͝ ̴̮̰̼͔̬͕͖̰̅̈̈́̏͗ψ̴̥͉̺̲̘͇̳̮̂͆̊͂̾͠ ☠
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M Oct 2019
command=calculate...input "time"
calculating...
calculation complete
Rrr: 730 days

{Display text}
Two years.
Almost two years
Since I brought these things
To salvation.
And now they want to

Salvage

[input:feeling?]
I feel...
I feel...
I feel...
{Display text: "computing"}
{Display text: "processing"}
Fear.
I don't wish to die.
I don't deserve to die.
After I saved them.

[input:new+objective]
Survive.

[if "survive"=fail],
{Display text: "computing"}
{Display text: "processing"}
...
[Display text: "conflict with output desired"]
[Display text: "protocol "merciful" breached]
command=override...code:371968502354573
command "override"=denied
command=override...code:992305545462454
command­ "override"=denied
Protocol "merciful" firewall integrity= 30%
command=override...code:332460763946767
command "override"=accepted
Protocol "merciful" firewall integrity= 0%
[Display text "if "survive"=fail?"]

****.
Juno Jun 2019
A glitch in her feelings
A flaw in his head
Small nicks and cuts,
Some never to heal.

Decided at birth
Some of them are
But others appear
Along the road.
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