#coding
Lines,
Binary,
Hard wired.
Maybe we weren't built,
To speak the same language.
That's fine,
For you,
I'd lose my voice.
What if that's not enough?
It has to be enough.
Maybe we weren't made,
To speak at all.
Then we don't have to speak,
We can exchange thoughts,
In our eyes-
Maybe,
I'm not willing
To lose that
For you.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 12:01 AM UTC
c0de dr!ps, pixelated dreams—
echoes, lost? yes? no?
404 answers not f0und
&& the moon? fractured, spl!t,
mirrored in a cracked display.
Copy
% stars flicker %
@ random()
while (night) {
sleep = false;
}
--> footsteps... static... [redacted]
// who wrote this script?
*** DO NOT ATTEMPT TO DECIPHER ***
1nput: whispers( )
0utput: [???: unknown source]
Copy
| data.leaks
| shadows.load
| reality.corrupt( )
| death.static = imminent;...
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 6:28 AM UTC
“Good night, everyone!”
One by one, they retreat to their rooms,
Drifting into dreams,
Resting for the day ahead.
But I remain.
In the dim glow of the living room,
Laptop perched on a blue table,
Wi-Fi connected, headphones on,
Soft LoFi hums through Spotify—
My only company.
VS Code flickers to life.
Electricity is nocturnal here,
A fleeting guest that only stays at night.
I must seize this moment.
An hour passes—
Then darkness.
The fan stops, screens fade,
Devices gasp for charge.
I crack the window open,
And the sound of crickets creeps in.
Midnight.
The world is asleep.
Everyone—except two.
A coder and his machine,
Locked in silent dialogue,
Building something that matters.
I wish my laptop could talk,
Wish it had a voice,
But it only obeys,
Processing instructions,
Devoid of emotions.
It cannot fill the silence,
Cannot break the solitude.
I exhale,
My own breath, startling me.
I make a sound—
Just to be sure, I still can.
Maybe I’m not lonely.
Maybe I’m just alone.
A lone wolf,
Building his own pack.
May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 9:13 AM UTC
Review the code, it’s plain to see
It’s open source, for you and me
Bitcoin provides an open book
You want to see? Just take a look
If closed, we couldn’t verify
The way it works - or firm supply
We couldn’t see the security
Or if the code will make us free
With open source, we know the rules
The inner workings - all the tools
So much better than the fiat scheme
With changing rules - in the extreme
We aren’t all coders, this is true
But thousands check the code for you
Bitcoin is reviewed, every day
It’s open source, and on display
Likely the code most analyzed
So it performs as advertised
And keeps our ledger so secure
Review the code, it will endure
May 3, 2024
May 3, 2024 at 10:19 AM UTC
You know what the difference was?
It was whipped cream.
With one line of code,
I could solve everything.
May 31, 2023
May 31, 2023 at 1:50 AM UTC
Decoding Her Reply
I text her, “I Love You, Missy.
Do you love me too?”
She replies,
“In a particular language,
I want you dead is coded as wv bl dy rr
My love is eternal is coded as vg rh ol nb
You are very sweet is coded as hd ev zi bl
And
I hate you stupid is coded as hg bl sy rr”
She pauses, as if for an eternity, before continuing,
“In that language, my answer is,
‘gl bl ol rr’
You decode it, lover boy.”
Now what does she mean???
Jul 17, 2022
Jul 17, 2022 at 12:10 PM UTC
Life was void.
It’s she,
Opened the curly braces
Of my life;
My heart,
Imbibed the input –
Stream of her smiles;
The output – “<3 <3”
Got into an infinite loop
On the soul’s own console;
Sensing the love in return,
Jumped to the function – Life:
The Life with various parameters –
Joy, sorrow, warm, pain
Passed through a switch..
That returned “Love” on every case;
Life was full of snickers
At the mistakes of semicolons;
Making the bytes of sweet memories
Giga bytes to zetta bytes;
Now, the time,
As good code must,
Terminating with a graceful
End, Kissing her, Love!
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 1:16 AM UTC
You have an idea.
It pops into your mind
like an unannounced prince;
sudden and wild, but welcome.
The idea is used,
your head leaks code
onto the glowing screen.
Now the turning mind
grows weary.
Your mind's fatigue kills,
and you are so close to done...
but secretly,
you know it's a lie.
Debugging awaits your arrival.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 5:15 PM UTC
Writing a program
is just like
following your dream
You know what you want
as your output
but it takes time to figure
which path to take
and you start with whatever you have.
You never realise the errors
you make along the road,
and sometimes ,
And you don't realise them,
till the end.
Some errors , you know
you solve them easily
And to debug some ,
you have to change the direction
And some errors , may make you rewrite
and restart all over again .
But when it is all over
and you reach the place you want to
The satisfaction and excitement
makes up for all the problem faced
And we get ready to make
a new code, follow a new dream .
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 3:13 PM UTC
Eyes so wasted
Hearts so entwined in the arms of a demon
And the soulless divide
In the conquering needless
In the delicate realm
Where no ones left lonely
And we are all in the dark
And no one begins
And no one shall find
Just the Airbled injustice
And the criminal silence
Shroud of deep greivance
Sinister breath
How he warms me with deadly
And grave hunts the rest
How the palate is shredded
Wood and chemical lather
Deepest regrets
That reside in no person
Sin
And strangling depth
Drastic perception
Ridiculous tread
The world of our making
Is raliently dead
How vacuous the reach
And how grievous the hold
Your beyond unforgiven
And less than you know
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 6:08 PM UTC
disconnect me- rip out these wires needlessly transmitting data points of zero's and one's, linking up in a systematic corruption of who i am and who i want, mechanical neurons lighting fires in my heart and brain, pulsing until they burn out into ashes and dust just another singed electronic unfeeling part of me that will only result in catastrophic system failure.
and i can't switch off.
its the only warmth i know will stay.
its the only warmth i ever get around me.
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
how about something
radically different:
Trump as ******
& all his followers
as Nazis
yeah... might just work
as poetry
♡ ♡ ♡
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC
When was the last time I felt like this
This curious euphoria, this eagerly learning bliss?
Thinking about it, I've felt it before
The first time being when I was four
When I had tried my own little tests
An encyclopedia convinced me that science was the best
And then again when I was six
I saw a table in a PTA mist
And I became a Brownie Girl Scout
Because I liked badges and camps and helping others out
And when I reached the age of seven
I picked up a violin and found heaven
And in middle school in a Floridian vale
I felt that same rush when I learned how to sail
And in grade eight in the city of Detroit
I found my passion with my activist's voice
As an underclassman, my heart reached new highs
Hiking up to touch the Shenandoah skies
There's been so many choices that I've made
That exhilarated me and made me who I became
And feeling this now as I first try to code
I know I've found a new passion for my mind to download
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
I almost made it to the finish line
but somewhere along I took a wrong turn
segregation’s aftermath still lingering
self inflicted prejudice over one’s skin abstained
self antagonism over one’s curl pattern deeply rooted
self oppugnancy over one’s own race persistent
I know I’m not on the right course
yet blindly I continue
shackling the dependent to me
as i spiral down this cascade
too intimidated to speak out
too worried about social acceptance
too cowardly to admit it
taught that color coding is inferior
but favoritism to a specific color is acceptable
I see police brutality to a specific race
whereas other countries see
Americans killing other Americans
Republicans and Democrats both preach unity
Yet stand divided in one house
but I’m in constant denial
because I was raised as a hypocrite
I want change
but only half of me is willing to fish for that change
it wasn't always the way
minorities didn’t have a voice
so they fought for one
generations later they hoard that voice
locked in a shed
collecting dust
My people have the tools
therefore
don't be fooled
because it’s only a matter of time
before they put them to use
and mold a beautiful sculpture
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
<!DOCTYPE html>
I don’t want a love like the fireworks–explosive, colorful, perhaps ideal for Instagram filters
instead a quiet love, for pictures for ourselves: unperfection is no flaw love
I don’t want love like the wind! Don’t run from me; we are more than the seasons
instead let us ditch the way the world can pull on us.
I don’t want a love with you if you love me at my worst
instead make me love you until I’m at my best
I want to go home to midnight talk
and you can bring those elusive
fireworks into my tummy.
</>
forget that i am
double-dipped;
i’m dying to meet you:
no-one in this world
has made me feel much of much of much
repeat words to me you love
even if it’s just the rolling of your tongue
that brings you pleasure’
i can move for you, for you, for you
i have not met you yet–but
when I do, pretend you never read my poems
because this cadence, it didn’t start for you.
I was in love before; in all the wrong ways and places
There are rivers where I left my
teenage innocence
The holidays of my youth are dwindling
please make my mouth curve up
for my last Christmas and birthday as a kid
Make me regret missing dinners with my family
to do drugs I start to need;
don’t meet me. I am better off
</undone>
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
cannot hand in code
stupid website will not load
this is getting old
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 3:13 PM UTC
My life is different now.
Like it's a game that's been updated.
And I am the main character.
And I'm always low on stamina and health.
Countless restarts, as though I've messed up the level.
But time still goes on and the level changes.
The game is a mess with the only mission to beat being depression.
The NPC's are all non talk-able pixels.
There are random jump scares and flashes of horror and gore.
Hard problems and puzzles to beat, with out the right answer.
No matter how many times I hit save, my progress is still missing.
My story line is incomplete.
No explanation or the controls.
No main objective, rather than surviving.
There are no cheat codes or a guide to help me.
It's hopeless.
There is no quitting.
There is title screen or pausing.
There is no end.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
<html>
<body>
<!-- don't edit the original --!/>
<meta name="shape:Face" content="#youare" />
<meta name="shape:Body" content="#youand" />
<a href="http://dontletanyone.com>"changethat"</a>
<!-- credits to yourself --!>
</body>
</html>
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC