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Traveler May 26
In to an agreement
we’ve been tamed
Fear of rejection
will always remain
A nod of the head
do as you dread
fragments of images
spin in our heads
Until we figure out
our place in the plan
In new agreements
we make our stands.
Traveler 🧳 Tim
else Apr 14
And it is now the end,
never again will our cursors
intertwine and roam across
the screen. It will be left
unchanged, last seen a long,
long time ago.

Our repository will be forever
archived, belonging to someone
else, in the hands of a stranger,
never again will i see your quickdraw
pull requests, never again will our
branches merge and conflict.

i know, the last commit it’ll see
will forever be the last fix i made.
just compsci kid things :P
BE Twain May 2023
You know what the difference was?
It was whipped cream.
With one line of code,
I could solve everything.
Quote poem.
Justin Lai Jan 2021
google was my babysitter
not a very good one i'll admit

perhaps more like a cool uncle
with infinitely scrolling treats

the more i tickled his algorithm {
search queries = seo && [freewheeling whims];

OR ||
stray thoughts seeking foster homes
just fronts for attention farms

reaping curiosity off the vine
while overclocking the study room

being held to father's chair like a vice
if only to keep me safe in a web

spun by a child's simple thoughts
and a sentient robot babysitter
if you craft a more elegant google algorithm then dm me ;)
Ayn Jan 2020


//(read the notes)
Some of my poetry consists of hundreds of lines of code in C#, and instead of putting an image in your mind, it will complete a task. I guess I’m tryna say that not all poetry is words on paper.

Also, this code would just end the program that started. It isn’t real code, hence the term pseudo.
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