#virtuality - Hello Poetry

virtually everything grows virtual spacing out bright rainbows black light rainbows in reality hurting yourself hurting others doing the opposite of what we know that bothers the fathers of our want just don’t virtually everyone knows literal meaning of might raindrops black skies rain drops off our pity virtues making so much sense vinted features made variously fenced in a sense of our need we bleed rainbow reality a black cell rainbows rain blows virtuality maybe this world is another planet’s hell

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Oct 17, 2020

Oct 17, 2020 at 2:27 AM UTC

andTilly

virtuality

virtually everything grows virtual spacing out bright rainbows black light rainbows in reality hurting yourself hurting others doing the opposite of what we know that bothers the fathers of our want just don’t virtually everyone knows literal meaning of might raindrops black skies rain drops off our pity virtues making so much sense vinted features made variously fenced in a sense of our need we bleed rainbow reality a black cell rainbows rain blows virtuality maybe this world is another planet’s hell

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What was warm that night Was not the fire but his touch What was bright that night Was not the starlight but his face What was deep that night Was not the ocean but his eyes What was sweet that night Was not only berry but his words... Not our first touch but still new Not out first hangout but still fun What was new that night Was not the location but our love He gave me all I wanted... He was my Edward who will wait thousand years... He was my prince charming even if he knew I ain't Cinderella.. Loved me dawn to dusk and he held my hand Coming close to me Only one thing I felt Wet.... What? ......... 'hey wake up... It's late already' A voice of my mom Water in my face.... The story of my life.... Water dried but he still stayed... My imaginary boyfriend

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Feb 25, 2019

Feb 25, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC

dabble

Imaginary boyfriend

What was warm that night Was not the fire but his touch What was bright that night Was not the starlight but his face What was deep that night Was not the ocean but his eyes What was sweet that night Was not only berry but his words... Not our first touch but still new Not out first hangout but still fun What was new that night Was not the location but our love He gave me all I wanted... He was my Edward who will wait thousand years... He was my prince charming even if he knew I ain't Cinderella.. Loved me dawn to dusk and he held my hand Coming close to me Only one thing I felt Wet.... What? ......... 'hey wake up... It's late already' A voice of my mom Water in my face.... The story of my life.... Water dried but he still stayed... My imaginary boyfriend

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Channels I long refused to explore, suspicious of authenticity prospects, auspicious contacts, using the web of a poisonous spider, to comply with society, posting illusions, tweeting whims. Social circles to flaunt an image, attempting to say something unheard, as I, unable to scent the body humours of connecting minds, build a fortress erecting firewalls of scepticism for a glimpsing human touch, disguising in a suit knitted with closeness pretence threads, between persons separated by oceans, mountains so high climbers suffocate at their summit, so far from the ground they are as virtual as this acquaintance. An encounter with the unknown, for all I know is we both artfully pen realities to undress the masked and imagine a nascent bond inspiring these words, out of my mind and onto the keyboard, just as your words unexpectedly slithered out of the screen and straight into me.

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Oct 25, 2017

Oct 25, 2017 at 1:56 AM UTC

aurorakastanias

Virtual strangers

Channels I long refused to explore, suspicious of authenticity prospects, auspicious contacts, using the web of a poisonous spider, to comply with society, posting illusions, tweeting whims. Social circles to flaunt an image, attempting to say something unheard, as I, unable to scent the body humours of connecting minds, build a fortress erecting firewalls of scepticism for a glimpsing human touch, disguising in a suit knitted with closeness pretence threads, between persons separated by oceans, mountains so high climbers suffocate at their summit, so far from the ground they are as virtual as this acquaintance. An encounter with the unknown, for all I know is we both artfully pen realities to undress the masked and imagine a nascent bond inspiring these words, out of my mind and onto the keyboard, just as your words unexpectedly slithered out of the screen and straight into me.

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more rent them more wrecked than a car geologically stopped short no fear whatsoever holding corners into the grey behind the truth where the veil is ripped

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Jan 6, 2016

Jan 6, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC

john-michael-mawhorter

pometentum

more rent them more wrecked than a car geologically stopped short no fear whatsoever holding corners into the grey behind the truth where the veil is ripped

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