Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Ayn Feb 2020
Thoughts
Written
From the heart
To another
Will create a route
From zip code to zip code,
And from address to address,

Until the destination
Receives the envelope,
Opens the packet,
Views the letter,
Reads thoughts, and
Translates
Love
Ok, so here is a lesson on IT. There’s a networking transmission model called the OSI model. It has seven layers on either side of a communication. Here they are:

1. Application (creates data to send)
2. Presentation (translates data into sendable data)
3. Session (establishes and terminates communication sessions)
4. Transport (identifies what is being transported (how to handle it))
5. Network (creates a path across networks)
6. Data link (creates a path across the local network)
7. Physical (cables and stuff)

That’s the sending end. The receiving end is the inverse. I formatted each line to each process in the layer, and used the layer number to define how many syllables in the corresponding line. I honestly find IT networking communications a really intriguing subject. The best way to explain the OSI model is by using the mail system and letters as an example.
Julia Supernault Feb 2020
I’m currently walking this fine line of pain and trying to be fine.
I’m dizzy and not sure how to put one foot in front of the other.
Wish I could forget about you.
Colm Jan 2020
I trick myself
More often than most
That the time before me will feel better
(somehow)
Than the air which I now breathe most close

It won't

Time is time
Just as a perception is a vision of the mortal mind
Most unknown
Heck, I
Need to learn how to live for the moment of most

It's time
This is one of the ways my mind works. Even if I do mimic a bit of EE in my speech.
Akhil Bhadwal Jan 2020
ITs mind is like a maze
Filled with chaotic, nuisance, ****** haze
Every sin and curse and the 7 deadly sins, submit
Soon you'll float too there

Hate and rejection is what IT feels like
Fear is the fuel that IT needs all the time,
So being brave is foolishness for IT, submit,
And soon you'll float there too

Love is what IT isn't all about
That fear for IT is the courage for us all,
Living in peace is what IT doesn't know, believe and learn
To let everything go
If you don't what this is all about...I'm extremely terrified
kain Jan 2020
Laying in bed
The heater set to 65
Cat on my lap and the door cracked open
Browsing online
Watching ****** youtube videos
on r/maliciouscompliance
Things could be worse
Things could be so much worse
Big upgrade from when I spent a literal hour doing clown makeup earlier.
FLESH Jan 2020
I have this new light about me
It glistens
I listen
No single memory can stop me
From freeing my feet at night
And driving through my mindscape
Empty
Yet full of color and every
External Sense I could
Imagine to be true
So it must be something real
My images are projected senselessness
Rich and simultaneously void of
Feeling
So touchable this
Ungraspable and malleable palpable void
Exhumes flavor.
I awake unmoved
Having been everywhere presented
I recall half of nothing
And each day goes by
Where I pass places I’ve been
Changed, structured beyond definition
I’ve been there once before
And it was not in this waking life
It’ll have this recognizable feel
Of Complete void demolished
Beyond my ability to comprehend anything
But what I know it to be
In a place where my feet haven’t touched
The ground
And I’m quietly obtaining ability
To create a world outside of my knowledge
Of what is true in
This waking state
I’ve been here once before, and it was different
My senses are not immune to the trickery
So I fall back
Into another dream
And wonder where I’ll go for the first time
That I’ll reunite with tomorrow
Only to find it’s honest form
And I won’t be able to help but smell the air I created just the night before.
11:19 pm
Robert L Jan 2020
It seems like today
I have little to say
Nothing amusing or clever

No biting retort
Nor subtle bon mot
Or an idea to use as a lever

To open the crypt
Of my bottom lip
A relevant thought to deliver

The very concept
Makes me feel quite inept
Yet also sets me aquiver

No funny remark
Providing a spark
Which bursts into creative flame

So while others may hark
From lives shallow and stark
Remember that this is no game.
Colm Jan 2020
Maybe if I organize
My soul so that it shines once more
Not like my pictures on the wall
Or books aborn, in elevens stored
If these staggering frames cannot give way
To the host of clearer thoughts they be
Then give and give of another hope, perhaps
And if I finally it let be, maybe
A note about the way I can be externally obsessive. Organizing things almost unconsciously, since I'm looking to avoid doing, whatever it is that I need to do. Maybe. (;
mary liles Jan 2020
I thought I could handle it
I really thought I could
But then you walked in
And all I could think was,
“Oh shoot. I’m *******.”
Next page