#phones - Hello Poetry

Our bones tied to the bed, Our will chained to the frame, Our wanting began to fade As it withered into the shade. Yet, facing our heads, inside our rooms, A cold light loomed A beacon in the night Coloured our faces white. Its hue did call Again and again Amidst the neglect, the mold That gathered in our nests. Cramped by the mess, Too sedated to fight, We abandoned the world For the light of another. At our minds it clawed, Kept our eyes opened Like a speculum hooked our gaze And in a daze Kept us in the haze. Alone in our lairs, Connected by air, We morphed to larvae Inside our cocoons. We spent our days Watching the clock That, on the corner, Ticked as we knocked Thumbs on the letters That spelled the notes Of prisoners Who gripped with lust The bars of their own cells. Yet we cursed, we screamed For answers to our disarray. Silence was all there seemed, Yet, inside the screen, Hundreds of answers Split us a hundred ways. I'd read it, I'd see it Into the light so neat The reasons for our state The causes of our fate Our existence bled the pus Of their greed and lust, They, who injected us With a digital drug That curved our backs Forward as we walked. Our necks stretched As if trying to syphon Pixels from reality, Pixels from the trees, Pixels to fill the cavity They drilled inside our heads. Like snails that crawled the rust And left their slime across the dust, Our lives moved slow As we struggled to grow. Their good word, their trust... Like coins they'd toss At us, tramps, workers, Whipped by day Hooked by night. And into the light we'd ****** Our heads and our hearts Fattened by the stream That fed our ruin An umbilical cord That kept us alive Comatose.

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Apr 24

Apr 24, 2026 at 7:52 PM UTC

CedricMartin

Into The Mirror

Our bones tied to the bed, Our will chained to the frame, Our wanting began to fade As it withered into the shade. Yet, facing our heads, inside our rooms, A cold light loomed A beacon in the night Coloured our faces white. Its hue did call Again and again Amidst the neglect, the mold That gathered in our nests. Cramped by the mess, Too sedated to fight, We abandoned the world For the light of another. At our minds it clawed, Kept our eyes opened Like a speculum hooked our gaze And in a daze Kept us in the haze. Alone in our lairs, Connected by air, We morphed to larvae Inside our cocoons. We spent our days Watching the clock That, on the corner, Ticked as we knocked Thumbs on the letters That spelled the notes Of prisoners Who gripped with lust The bars of their own cells. Yet we cursed, we screamed For answers to our disarray. Silence was all there seemed, Yet, inside the screen, Hundreds of answers Split us a hundred ways. I'd read it, I'd see it Into the light so neat The reasons for our state The causes of our fate Our existence bled the pus Of their greed and lust, They, who injected us With a digital drug That curved our backs Forward as we walked. Our necks stretched As if trying to syphon Pixels from reality, Pixels from the trees, Pixels to fill the cavity They drilled inside our heads. Like snails that crawled the rust And left their slime across the dust, Our lives moved slow As we struggled to grow. Their good word, their trust... Like coins they'd toss At us, tramps, workers, Whipped by day Hooked by night. And into the light we'd ****** Our heads and our hearts Fattened by the stream That fed our ruin An umbilical cord That kept us alive Comatose.