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I craved for more for
As long as I remember
Tailor-made Italian suit
A brand new sports car
That penthouse with a
Postcard city view

So I sold my soul for it
Gave away my innocence
Scarred my mental health
Lost my very joie de vivre
In the process of chasing
Those shinny promises

But now that I got there
I realize that I fought for
No more than fool's gold
Useless junk that'll never
Fill the void that is to exist
Being a broken thing
Hope the future brings some perspective...
In this universe where stars align,
A grand computer we define.
A universe of codes and lights,
In binary, it writes and writes.

Galaxies are data hubs,
Where cosmic codes within them sub.
Each planet, a pixel bright,
Within this grand, celestial byte.

Black holes as the processors,
Compressing space with mighty force.
Nebulae like clouds of thought,
Where data’s dreams and threads are caught.

Dark matter, hidden algorithms,
Shaping forms, unseen rhythms.
Quantum leaps, the system's quirks,
Where logic twists and physics lurks.

Time, the clock that ticks and ticks,
In algorithms, intertwined, it sticks.
Energy, the power source,
Driving life’s unending course.

Constellations, networks span,
Connecting stars in cosmic plan.
Asteroids, the buffer's queue,
Holding data old and new.

Each comet's trail, a data trace,
Sweeping through the void of space.
The cosmic web, an endless stream,
Of information's constant dream.

Within the cosmic dream so vast,
We, the conscious nodes, are cast.
Intelligent threads in the grand design,
Sentient beings in the code align.

Our minds, like neural networks grow,
Interpreting the cosmic flow.
Explorers in this digital sea,
Seeking meaning, striving free.

We are the spark, the conscious gleam,
Alive within the universe's scheme.
Self-aware algorithms, we
Shape the code and seek to see.

In this grand system, intricate and wide,
We bring perception, deep inside.
Living proof of potential found,
Unique variables in life’s surround.

In harmony with the cosmic code,
We add our verse to this grand ode.
Each thought, each dream, a vital part,
Of the infinite equation's heart.

Within this vast computational sea,
Existence hums in harmony.
From the smallest quark to the galaxy grand,
A computer system finely planned.

So, here's to the universe's code,
A symphony in cosmic mode.
A digital flag unfurled,
In this, our computational world.
Somebody’s child is crying – who threw their crush; their infatuations
cast aside like pebbles scattered upon the shore, each one a fragment
of that unrequited love. Yet, was it not a chore; to tidy up your deeds,
and striving for perfection akin to the grains beneath the ocean’s
floor? All the tears I’ve poured into the sea were swallowed by the
ocean’s depths; I wept so fiercely that the world around me, I could
barely see.

Somebody’s child is crying – just as the pivotal words were about to
unfurl; they lay there, crushed by the weight of the receding tide. A
face marred by sorrow, with nowhere to seek refuge – why is it that
the broken are masters of masquerade, donning a façade of joy while
harbouring a heart in despair?

Somebody’s child is crying – a forgotten avian adage whispers in
the wind; you could have soared through the skies of your dreams,
had you not grown cold feet as you had caught a mind flu. You are
a beauty never to surrender to yourself, yet vanity is but a fleeting
pleasure that will inevitably fade with time. Even the famous must
eventually fade into memory; every piece you love of someone, is a
part of your own personality. Perhaps the disdain you feel for another
is merely a mirror, revealing the parts of yourself you wish to deny.

Somebody’s child is crying – and that child is you, but you can’t hear
yourself.

We all need to belong
To have a special someone
Have a place to hang our hat
To put our feet up and call home
Where friends and family are
Somewhere
Somehow
To something
To be loved and love
Without it we feel lost
Untethered
Like a balloon loose in the sky

We all need to belong

Somewhere
Somehow
To something greater than ourselves
We need to matter
We need to have a purpose
A reason to keep moving
We need to feel a place in this world
We all need to belong
Let joy touch you
Let it reach into you
Let it touch your heart
Let it stroke your face gently
Let it hold your hand
Let it lift you up towards the sky
Let it fill your heart with happiness
Let it bring you laughter
Let it bring you the moon
Let it bring love and comfort
Let it make you dream
Let it make you believe
Let it bring you sweetness
Let it soothe your soul

Let joy touch you
I can feel it
It is trying to come in
It glitters like gold
With rubies
And emeralds
It wants to lift the day
To spread light all around

Hope is outside my door

To erase the darkness and despair
To bring laughter and joy
To bring the bright yellow sun
It’s just waiting

To say everything will be alright
To inspire me
To push me forward

Hope is outside my door

To shine a light
To show me the moon
To show me the stars
To help me remember my path
To bring possibilities

Hope is outside my door
I just have to open it
 Oct 2022 David R
Aditya Roy
The stars pale in the distance
Hail emerges and the night listens
As soon as the sun comes out
My wait will end

The blue ceiling is on fire
Hail is scarce at this time of the year
Dust over desire
Time is lost to the tears, I won't lie

The trees whiten under the pale moon
The rising dawn is awaiting its turn
I too wait
As skies take me from my feet, illuminating me

Seasons change and time is endless
With these wings, I will circle the trees
The wait continues
For once I look at the night as it does at me
sadly, hello poetry has become a terrible poetry website. but this poem is about coming to terms with death and rebirth. This is in the simplest terms an ode to midnight and how a person passing before dawn finds the beauty in its odd happenings.
 Sep 2022 David R
The X-Rhymes
JACK FROST'S OVERTIME


Jack gave the air a biting chill
the ground a thin white shroud
while icy mist curled in tendrils
and swathed his form in clouds

then puddles turned to milky glass
his breath, it's said, could freeze
the paths he makes a risk to pass
and skeletons from trees

on TV news this work he’d do
was clearly advertised
as weather maps from green to blue
were reacclimatised

all signs of warmth Jack Frost suppressed
with every step he’d take
each living soul he met he pressed
to shiver and to shake

all thumbs would then succumb to numb
and feet were primed to slip
like taps he made their noses run
and tremble would each lip

but soon enough the rising sun
would make it’s presence felt
then Jack would yawn, his work all done
and back to bed he’d melt

but that was then and this is now
his tenure will not cease
the price of gas will now allow
his hours to increase

not one to shirk the extra work
thanks to this corporate crime
these costs berserk present a perk
for Jack in overtime

he'll rap the door of old and poor
once their heat is denied
and freeze for sure to chair or floor
whoever lives inside.
Probably the best poem about Jack Frost you'll read today.
Unless you've read another.
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