#techpoetry
Digital reflections; screening emotions —
cold stares recording dreams,
to an overbooked memory card.
I have a strong drive today, the morning
feels like a terabyte — but when fear
arrives with its sharp teeth, preparation
waits for that terror bite.
Still, somewhere in the system
a soft glitch appears — a file you
forgot you saved. A small light
buffering through the static.
Even machines sometimes
leak a little hope.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 11:51 PM UTC
Gaze fixated on the small window,
the screen blinks—
But eyes don’t.
Laze dissipates at the sound of notifications,
eyes glimmer—
But the screen won’t.
Lows disguised as highs that never show.
The screen goes dark,
so do the eyes—
curves reaching,
While you fall apart.
Never meeting,
While you collapse, alas!
So close, yet so far
Like a planet to a star
Whiskey to the glass
Hyperbola to the graph.
-Asher Graves
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 8:27 AM UTC