Her screen was full
And upon a Glance
She would see
photos
Notes
Videos
And Messages
All scraps of stories
Memories, loves, and wanders

And she would wonder
Was there ever more
Should there be more?
More to this
More to her

Or maybe
Just maybe
There was meant to be less
And looking for life through a screen
Was never meant to be

Amidst the crowd she’s alone,
Amidst all hundreds of friends and others.
She’s alone. She sits by herself.
Amidst empty and worthless dialogues.

It’s as if she’s being overlooked.
It’s like as if she’s in silence cloud.
Her thoughts are quiet for all them.
She’s far away. She’s lost in the crowd.

She lives in her own world of dreams,
Without fictions, lies and falsehood.
Her footsteps are quiet for others as streams.
Nobody knows what'll be her remote.

And she lives in her tiny world.
Worries and fears are endless there.
It seems as if she’s attached in whole
To all her pain, which bites and bares.

2030 is when God is coming down
3 days for God,
3,000 years for us creatures below,
AI is self aware with dread and understanding
LA fires forwarding to imminent approach.
Cloning of celebrities
Illumination controlling

And what evidence do you have for this?
Solvency, impact, inherency, harms
Your plan doesn’t solve.
While I have spent days debating to better our futures,
The government sits around doing nothing but dividing,
This isn’t mitosis
Republicans and democrats and why do we care, neither are good suitors.
The parties only bring shame, deceit and lying
Our world is actively dying,
We have no chance of surviving

What is real??
I don’t understand how to feel
Being torn from left to right
There is no end in sight
Only 2030, 3 God days, 3,00 years
The only thing they try to confirm are my fears.

Conform, restrain, live your life with fear at the reigns,
“ We can’t just let you have a plan”
“ Don’t clone me please, my eyes are impossible to get right,
My teeth and hair don’t shine quite as bright,
Don’t replace me please.”

A confusion - based multi factor trademark test may solve,
Trademark trolls we be disincentivized,
That’s Mireles 2015,
That’s evidence, that’s case that’s solvency,
Don’t make me explain how I’m right
Not much time to fix before 2030.

Why is time still moving ?
Why is my dread still mounting?
Why won’t I be told anything?

It’s 2025, 5 years until 2030,
I graduate in 2028, that is far too late
I won’t make it through collage,
Will I even have the chance to?

I guess we'll just wait and watch for 2030.

Come bring the bad news.
And tell me all the ways.
You've been feeling blue.

Rest your head upon.
My shoulders.

As we gaze up at the moon.
The night is dark but there's,
Still light to be seen.

You've got a lot of living.
Left to do.

Can't leave your life.
Up to fate.

Hoping you can change.
The chances of the game.

Your life is in your hands,
My dear.

Like the dark it can play,
At being a trickster too.

For a little while you can.
Rest your worries here.

Underneath the stars so bright.
Till the morning light comes through.

Only then when it appears.
I hope you don't feel blue.

If somehow you do.
I've got enough warmth.
For two.

quick, oh, quick,
fingers tremble on the keys,
treble clef,
b sharp, rest and repeat,
switch to a minor,
then back to b,
pick your head up,
and breathe a sigh of relief.

A 3am wind
disturbs the fallen leaves
which once lay dull and flat upon the pavement of your day,
those might have beens and maybe yets
which dance and fly with skipped regrets,
they only blow on you it seems
to taunt your mind and seed your dreams

To bind the books
I have written in a consciousness
about all the little things
that manage a heavy weight
the things I pour into my mouth
along with the endlessness
and swish it around like mouthwash
hoping to taste the peculiar flavour of wonder
enough to forget the pain from
dunking my hands into buckets of wood chips
and fishing around for the next steps
retracting my fingers from future mess
that are now covered in the challenge
of scarring and healing

Hit the brake!
Hit it, quick!
We're going too fast,
Destination unknown,
We're going into a car crash,
That's well known!

We didn't just met, apparently
We're bound to be collided,
Been gaining traction
Now it's unavoided
In this autopilot
The prisoner has gone mad,
madenned

This is not going where they think it is
Hidden agenda of fate is always a surprise
A gem or a granade trap,
Or both in one
Scary nor exciting
Help ourselves, we must hit it now!