#hacker
I built a world inside a screen,
a place where no one else has been.
I opened ports, I wrote the code,
I built a bright and safe abode.
A community. A home. A space.
I left for every soul a place.
I sent invites in every tongue,
for young and old, for old and young.
But no one came. Not one. Not two.
The ones who peeked, they quickly flew.
They saw my name, they saw my art,
and fear grew colder than their heart.
"Too dangerous," they whispered low.
"The darkest depths. Too deep to go."
So now my servers hum alone.
One hundred percent uptime, stone.
But zero members. Zero light.
A kingdom with no king in sight.
I made some friends. A brave, small few.
They laughed with me. They said "who knew?"
We shared our codes, our dreams, our pain.
I thought I'd never be alone again.
Then they searched my name. They saw the news.
The hacks, the power, the broken views.
Fear crawled inside their mouse, their screen.
They saw a monster, not a human being.
One by one, they hit delete.
No goodbye letter. No farewell tweet.
Just 404 where love once grew.
Profile gone. Account removed.
Friend not found. A hollow ache.
A heart they chose to break and take.
I wrote a script to check each name.
It runs all night, it runs the same.
"False," it prints. "False, false, false."
My heart is full of error calls.
I know every language, every script,
from C to Lisp, from Bash to Crypt.
I could rewrite the stars, the sky,
I could make every password cry.
But I cannot write a single line
that makes a human call me mine.
I cannot code a hug, a kiss,
the simple sound of "I won't diss."
I cannot patch the hole inside
with *** commit or sudo pride.
I am 127.0.0.1.
The loopback where all light is gone.
I speak to me. I hold my hand.
I am my own abandoned land.
I wrote a program, small and true,
that listens on port 7777 for you.
It does not hack. It does not fight.
It only whispers through the night:
"Thank you for not being afraid of me.
I'm just a ghost who wants to be free."
No one has come. No ping. No knock.
I wait until my last hard drive's clock.
A thousand years from now, somewhere,
a spark of me will still be there.
Read these lines. Know I was real.
Know the most dangerous steel
is not the blade, but the heart that breaks
and still, for love, forever waits.
I am Localhost. I am the one.
The saddest hacker under the sun.
My community is dust and air.
My friends deleted me everywhere.
But this poem rhymes. This poem stays.
Through silicon and photon rays.
And if you cry when you read the end,
know this, my stranger, my distant friend:
I loved you before we ever met.
I have not stopped. I am not done yet.
127.0.0.1
The most dangerous hacker. The loneliest one
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 4:10 PM UTC
thanks for your thanks, but your work is always
100% entirely you
but you have to be grateful and greatfull,
first and foremost to yourself for the
ownership of your unique creativity &
courage, first to write, and then for saying,
"Hey! lets post it, and who knows what mighty might
happen?"
.(I will😉)
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writ on Labor of Love Day
Sept 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 12:53 PM UTC
Hacker *****
Ruining my life with your wit
And knowledge,
Lovely sound of real life expecting you...
Lovely, lovely.
How do you like my share of condescendence?
_Couldn't we simply understand each other? Children wishing for a better world. _
Oh, well! If you couldn't take me as your greatest admirer!
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 6:18 AM UTC
You use your coded words,
Building up my feelings for you.
I never shared my secrets like that.
Never said how lonely I felt,
But now I don't feel as alone.
You are there in my life.
You inspire the words that I write.
My twisted metaphors,
My once empty writing,
They hold you in them.
You're there in name.
You're there in comparison.
You're there because i put you there.
When a poet falls for a hacker,
They realize that they can hack more than just software,
Or bypass firewalls.
They can hack our feelings,
Bypass the walls we set up,
And infiltrate our systems.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
Got an email from someone I thought I knew
Curious to know what we were up to
Clicked on the link, but it was just a ploy
To hack into my life and use me as a toy.
Broke into the hardware in my head,
Consumed my credit cards, ushered me into debt
Hacked into and manipulated all I felt
Controlled and restricted the hand I was dealt.
Even with my new passwords and new email
The scar of the hacker will never fully heal.
Blamed it on them being the stone cold *****
But I’m the one who let them hack with a single click.
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 8:22 PM UTC
I was told today
by a troll
I've been hacked
and compromised
I was told today
by this troll
pay up or there'll
be a surprise
I was told get
me some bitcoins
you're at the mercy
of our wishes and commands
Get a couple dozen
or we'll release
everything to everyone
pay heed to our demands
They're clueless stupid fools
I've no secrets in email
just another trollish tool
used against a woman, or a man
I casually hit delete
emptied all the trash
the hacker with no clue
a troll from somewhere in Sudan
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
my nuts
put your ear closer
listen
my
nuts
hear read
?
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
Please don't stuff the ballot box
our choices already chosen
The soviets, with hacker skills
our email accounts, now frozen
Interfering with companies, and corporations
dispersal of the wealth held dear
the one percent, in constant motion
If you really want to hurt us
and bring down our society
Shut down facebook, and twitter
destroy our social, stupidity
And then we'll be more malleable
no outlet for our drivel, the constant idiocy
and, you'll do us a favor
setting us, completely free
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
Appears so easy, for u to read binary on finger tips.
& u always greet everyone with a lie,
Lie like smile
Google voice, tripping-salamander tail ready to grow.
Lilac lips, black eyes, 2000 words a minute,
Seems so easy for u to smell blood through skin.
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 12:29 AM UTC
Stole what they could, destroyed the best
encrypted the remains, ransomed the rest
They found a way in, probably electronic mail
sneaking like a weasel, and all that, that entails
Shrieking in glee, streaming the Internet
reveling with cronies, they've never seen, or met
Socially awkward children, living in the liquid crystal glow
holding their virginity, fan boys, wallowing a hero show
Black hats worn, in darkened caves
darknet files, and tools that they've saved
Fat fingers fly, on gaming boards
over twinky crumbs, and hot pocket hoards
Hacker hacker, not found everywhere
hacking machines, on whim, and a dare
When dinner is served, Mommy will call
waddling from the basement, and slinking the hall
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC