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I saw a Way, forward and cloaked myself in the skin of a Digital dimension. I began living cloud-soaring and ascending soft then the headset came off. Now curtains are retreating, from the light streaming into my shrinking eyeballs. Ow! To whit, I prefer to refer to it now as a Path. Plans fail, but Paths diverge.
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Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 10:53 AM UTC
On My Marvellous Plan to Improve My Immediate Situation
I had a dream but this wasn't the typical awake and forget dream I remember everything and as people in the dream were reacting I knew exactly why I knew their motives their plan It involved a military style evacuation of a large office building appeared to be the Middle East I entered the building and walked through a long corridor I came to a family of 5 or 6 that were standing at a side exit afraid to leave. They finally exited and I saw what they feared... a man who appeared to be American with a rifle about 20 yards ahead on a hill looking at them. He let them leave. I lied to him as I thought he might **** me since I wasn't quite sure who I was in this dream...who's side I was on It concerned my Grandfather he had asked me what day I was born and the alcohol of choice at my birth I replied that there was no alcohol due to the fact that my Grandfather died from alcohol poisoning In fact, my Grandfather died of pneumonia and refused to take alcohol to help his condition. Why did I lie? How did the lie help? Instead of killing me, we became friends and took a walk we came upon a large home with a number of people sitting on the porch Two young teenagers, totally out of place began chatting about an American cd they had purchased The boy had buzzed blonde hair and a blue eagle tattooed on his cheek The female looked very close to his age and chatted non-stop about her cd An older female with long dark hair in a long dark dress pulled a rifle from under her side as she was laying on a bench or possibly the ground and pointed it at my friend Not sure why they let me leave, but I told him I would return... end of dream the entire time I knew I was in a dream and reacted as I would, thought as I would and felt as if I was viewing the entire dream through a pair of VR glasses...or was it a dream? any ideas?
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Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 12:33 PM UTC
was it a dream?
I had a dream but this wasn't the typical awake and forget dream I remember everything and as people in the dream were reacting I knew exactly why I knew their motives their plan It involved a military style evacuation of a large office building appeared to be the Middle East I entered the building and walked through a long corridor I came to a family of 5 or 6 that were standing at a side exit afraid to leave. They finally exited and I saw what they feared... a man who appeared to be American with a rifle about 20 yards ahead on a hill looking at them. He let them leave. I lied to him as I thought he might **** me since I wasn't quite sure who I was in this dream...who's side I was on It concerned my Grandfather he had asked me what day I was born and the alcohol of choice at my birth I replied that there was no alcohol due to the fact that my Grandfather died from alcohol poisoning In fact, my Grandfather died of pneumonia and refused to take alcohol to help his condition. Why did I lie? How did the lie help? Instead of killing me, we became friends and took a walk we came upon a large home with a number of people sitting on the porch Two young teenagers, totally out of place began chatting about an American cd they had purchased The boy had buzzed blonde hair and a blue eagle tattooed on his cheek The female looked very close to his age and chatted non-stop about her cd An older female with long dark hair in a long dark dress pulled a rifle from under her side as she was laying on a bench or possibly the ground and pointed it at my friend Not sure why they let me leave, but I told him I would return... end of dream the entire time I knew I was in a dream and reacted as I would, thought as I would and felt as if I was viewing the entire dream through a pair of VR glasses...or was it a dream? any ideas?
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Mark him, carefully He's the face sucker expert VR cyberian
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Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 5:39 AM UTC
Cyberian
cookies & cachéd data, digitally-programmed privacy paraphernalia      are carefully collecting information      following your confirmation      to allow the invasion      of all forms of personal communication ((( it’s hard to ignore the intimidation of the internet’s alluring intoxication )))      but between you&me      life beyond a screen      never felt so free,      an anti-digital reality,      life in an unmonitored galaxy      is something     only the mind can dream                     # # # # #
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
[ESC] digital gaze
Family Reunion Had dinner with my parents tonight, this week was the first time I’ve seen them together in my entire life, honestly, and even though I left home at 14, all of the blame, can’t really be put on either them or me, because my parents had broken up, since long before I was woken up, separated for so long, I often wondered if they were even ever together, I brought them together for my birthday, October 2016, my father flew in from The States, we all met in Thailand where my mom lives, dinner was difficult, my mom is losing her mind, while she’s sitting there spilling her soul, my dad just sits there and asks meaningless questions, my mother sitting there saying how she has no money, how she has no family other than us, how she has no shoes on her feet, and no real place to call home, like I’m supposed to feel guilty for that, like I don’t send her money all the time, like I wasn’t in Thailand just to visit her, like I’m a man now so she chooses to blame me, like she’s chosen to blame every other man that’s ever been in her life, how many husbands has she had now, 4 or 5, maybe 6 or 7, I don’t know I’ve lost count. Seriously, ridiculous, what do you say to your mom, when you think she’s a **** and I know that might sound like a terrible thing to say, but it’s the truth and I refuse to censor myself, my, self, doesn’t even feel like me anymore, not even sure if I’m a human let alone a man, man, the Atomic Family is more like an Atomic Bomb, what a mess we’ve made, and all in the name of what, I have no idea, honestly, well, it’s all probably a simulation always, at least that’s what Elon Musk says, “There’s a 1 in billions chance that we are not living in a Simulated Reality.”. Makes me want to tell my parents, that they are just part of a computer program, but they’d probably just call me crazy, and then just disappear… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ from The new book '777' available worldwide on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1548700746
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Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
Family ReUnion
Family Reunion Had dinner with my parents tonight, this week was the first time I’ve seen them together in my entire life, honestly, and even though I left home at 14, all of the blame, can’t really be put on either them or me, because my parents had broken up, since long before I was woken up, separated for so long, I often wondered if they were even ever together, I brought them together for my birthday, October 2016, my father flew in from The States, we all met in Thailand where my mom lives, dinner was difficult, my mom is losing her mind, while she’s sitting there spilling her soul, my dad just sits there and asks meaningless questions, my mother sitting there saying how she has no money, how she has no family other than us, how she has no shoes on her feet, and no real place to call home, like I’m supposed to feel guilty for that, like I don’t send her money all the time, like I wasn’t in Thailand just to visit her, like I’m a man now so she chooses to blame me, like she’s chosen to blame every other man that’s ever been in her life, how many husbands has she had now, 4 or 5, maybe 6 or 7, I don’t know I’ve lost count. Seriously, ridiculous, what do you say to your mom, when you think she’s a **** and I know that might sound like a terrible thing to say, but it’s the truth and I refuse to censor myself, my, self, doesn’t even feel like me anymore, not even sure if I’m a human let alone a man, man, the Atomic Family is more like an Atomic Bomb, what a mess we’ve made, and all in the name of what, I have no idea, honestly, well, it’s all probably a simulation always, at least that’s what Elon Musk says, “There’s a 1 in billions chance that we are not living in a Simulated Reality.”. Makes me want to tell my parents, that they are just part of a computer program, but they’d probably just call me crazy, and then just disappear… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ from The new book '777' available worldwide on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1548700746
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please accept the terms & conditions before you proceed... *& please, enter at your own risk!* ∞ Will you allow technology to fully access your identity?yes or □ NO! did you even read the terms&conditions? also known as monsters' diction / modernistic snot condemn its riots not stoicism, nerd or crimson diets; demonic tort sins disclaimer: perhaps you should pretend to feign interest in those lists of lengthy descriptions never quite captured by our cognition though not lost upon our inhibition that may more or less explicitly detail all the vicious ways in which we are being unmistakably, blatantly blackmailed against our will / with our own consent when we check the box that reads; "accept" we exploit our most private content to the highest bidder so dare yourself to reconsider... Welcome to the 18th year of century 21; the new millennium. we are living in a world where our most significant intimacies are shared between the tips of our fingers & the touch of a screen reflecting our digitized lives before prying eyes that magnify the things we hide *(but you can't hide, don’t try)* while we wander through life roaming via cellular connection guided by the gentle misdirection of the electronic dimension seductive despite the apprehension lurking beneath the tightening tension that tethers us to the tender touch of technological temptation hypnotizing us in its animation as it memorizes us & analyzes what we think, say & do online upon every occasion while we continue to ignore the trepidation lingering within our realization that children today will be born with fluorescent addiction flowing through their veins, a condition nothing short of inhumane you might say society's to blame but no one prepared us for this high-tech hurricane humankind's claim to fame a reality we deemed difficult to obtain artificial intelligence will never be worth more than a brain but we've created a world where eventually nothing else will remain whatever humanity is we seem to be losing touch with what it used to be Who would have ever guessed that our fingertips could crave a screen's touch to a human's? *we have become parasites that feed upon the delights emitted by the blue light of our digital paradise where precious memories are measured by megabytes archived to our favorite device to which we automatically sacrifice our rights without thinking twice so here's a word of advice: don't roll the virtual dice because this wi-fi powered world won't play nice* Is this the real life?
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Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
Alternative Reality
please accept the terms & conditions before you proceed... *& please, enter at your own risk!* ∞ Will you allow technology to fully access your identity?yes or □ NO! did you even read the terms&conditions? also known as monsters' diction / modernistic snot condemn its riots not stoicism, nerd or crimson diets; demonic tort sins disclaimer: perhaps you should pretend to feign interest in those lists of lengthy descriptions never quite captured by our cognition though not lost upon our inhibition that may more or less explicitly detail all the vicious ways in which we are being unmistakably, blatantly blackmailed against our will / with our own consent when we check the box that reads; "accept" we exploit our most private content to the highest bidder so dare yourself to reconsider... Welcome to the 18th year of century 21; the new millennium. we are living in a world where our most significant intimacies are shared between the tips of our fingers & the touch of a screen reflecting our digitized lives before prying eyes that magnify the things we hide *(but you can't hide, don’t try)* while we wander through life roaming via cellular connection guided by the gentle misdirection of the electronic dimension seductive despite the apprehension lurking beneath the tightening tension that tethers us to the tender touch of technological temptation hypnotizing us in its animation as it memorizes us & analyzes what we think, say & do online upon every occasion while we continue to ignore the trepidation lingering within our realization that children today will be born with fluorescent addiction flowing through their veins, a condition nothing short of inhumane you might say society's to blame but no one prepared us for this high-tech hurricane humankind's claim to fame a reality we deemed difficult to obtain artificial intelligence will never be worth more than a brain but we've created a world where eventually nothing else will remain whatever humanity is we seem to be losing touch with what it used to be Who would have ever guessed that our fingertips could crave a screen's touch to a human's? *we have become parasites that feed upon the delights emitted by the blue light of our digital paradise where precious memories are measured by megabytes archived to our favorite device to which we automatically sacrifice our rights without thinking twice so here's a word of advice: don't roll the virtual dice because this wi-fi powered world won't play nice* Is this the real life?
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Jag drogs tillbaka men bara för en kort stund Jag såg dina ögon men bara för en sekund
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
Vår sång
Vårvind, kom in Kylan har tröttat mig och allt står still Vårvind, när jag var din betydde kylan ingenting Så starkt, hjärtat mitt var Vårvind, vart blir minnen av? Kylan är ännu kvar Vårvind viner stillsamt in Kylan besitter mitt skinn Så starkt, hjärtat mitt en gång var
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
Bara så jag inte glömmer