"virtuality" poems
Deranged rocks, spread in albeit magnetic threads
rattle the sky's mirror with impatience.
Lay her feet on the ground, the young girl did.
The touch of her soft, dampened scarf
kindled the metamorphic calm.
My veritas found its unwanted shrine--
The dreadful peace that let it dine,
upon the well-being of its host nest its swine.
The ****** amalgam in her eyes
led its produce down her wavy brown vines.
They hid her cheeks, and brought down traited drops
of long-withheld tangy crust
towards the lavender ascot.
She grabbed onto her feet,
warm and wrapped with white cotton and wool heat...
she caressed the ornamental fabric,
swerved her fingers along its threaded magic.
Their lacy innocence familiarized her and made her smile,
whence the memory of her veritas triggered in her mouth's isle.
She lay her hopeful eyes on the silver-nitrate clad scarf,
covering the now-calming rocks' quaff.
Of my reflection her face saw only loss,
for her recognition seemed forever trapped in virtuality,
in moss.
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
Light
Longing
Lust
Listen
Litter
Life
Linger
Laugh
Open
Obsessed
Occult
Oddballs
*******
Old
Oblivious
Organic
******
Validate
Voice
Victorious
Vindictive
Various
Virtuality
Vain
Equal
Enrage
Entropy
Ecstasy
Electric
Enamored
Envelop
Everything
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
Words typed in a haste excitement
Ignorant to the woman on the other side
Ideas attacking her feed
Uncaring of the broken pieces of her soul
Facebook pinging like a shrill cuckoo bird
Reality crashing like fallen jenga pieces
Instagram popping with pretentious new pictures
Eyes shutting the painful past memories
Twitter tweeting like a babe hungry for milk
Body twitching to the tune of ancient whistles
The virtual screaming all day of accomplishments, love and money
The self turning to final dust at the turn of this technological century
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
When time ceases and your world falls apart,
When trepidation clouds your imminent future,
For when everything you ever held onto is lost,
and your thoughts shamble past your once glimmering eyes;
For when you stop moving your dexterous arms and just lay,
You feel pain surging through your veins,
Detriment taking over exuberance
fighting your self doubting mind off of deranged thoughts;
For once you feel the need to close your eyes
and fight off the impassiveness that blocks your sight,
For once you just wish this wound would heal,
For your toiled life to just ease into calmness,
To be ridden off the weight piled on your fragile shoulders;
Your mind seives through various ways
To feel the ubiquitous presence of ethereal light,
To curl up in it's peacefulness and inevitably give into it;
Tranquility takes the place of hurt
like an addictive shot of cannabis dissolving into your system;
You feel the penetrating urge to hold on to it
To reach out to your sliver of hope with your scrawny fingers
and grasp it tight,
Your hope of a world inoculated against the social stigma,
Rid of narcissus and his obnoxiousness;
Where for once in your troubled life you would not have to hide;
You feel your numb fingers closing over something sharp,
Possessed by an unquenchable thirst for freedom,
Wanting to insinuate yourself with the ethereal glimpse of hope;
Your breath lies between the blade of wishful virtuality and reality;
Reality, a now tormented word,
a word defining a world arisen out of
A never satisfying greed for power and erudition;
You fathom your cognisant mind to construe the moment,
To feel a sharp paroxysm of pain, a flush of wrong;
An ardor to redefine reality,
To concoct the mundane world scrupulous,
To write the wrong;
The heart now pumps blood of valiance,
Belligerence to cause insurrection,
A piquant taste to live builds up,
To fight for righteousness and to die of victory,
For it is in our nature to fight;
The blade falls into the pit of cowardice,
And reality has been chosen;
Chivalry triumphs over death
and the **** that time is begins to run rampant;
The crusade soaring in your mind now vanquished,
Your fragmented scorched life now meaningful;
For you have been reborn,
a master of time and chaste;
Reborn into a warrior,
one who has fought off the wards of death;
Whose prudence his armour,
Benevolence his weapon,
Candour his speech,
Dauntless his demeanour and
Intrepid his blood.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC
sometimes a crowded place, seems empty;
manytimes thoughts only, make a crowd;
want to talk to someone, but someone seems no one;
one who you can say yours, one who you can say anything;
one or two names bounce in mind;
but evil heart dont agree, "no compromises" he says;
says he "why to disturb, why to overload them";
is there anyone who will never get disturbed??;
no relation fills that emptiness;
its a company with no demand no request;
not expecting anything although everything is available;
Just a string of unsaid understanding;
sitting hours together, feeling the completeness;
talked a lot but still chat never ends;
thinking a lot, dreaming about, feeling the company;
knowing the other will be doing the same;
coming in reality, discovering the truth;
listening the unsaid, dreaming the myth;
conversation i never had, feeling i never felt;
time exits this world of virtuality;
whenever i feel such i enjoy some;
i envy some, feel helpless but not hopeless;
enlightening my hopes i come back in worldly world;
with a smile hiding undefinable expression;
Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 7:00 AM UTC
Book your place on the train of my thoughts
That travels around my mind all the way to my heart
See yourself through my eyes
Forget your fears, leave them behind
There's nothing that could describe
The way i feel about you, the feelings kept inside
Some words are better left unsaid
Cause everything our mouth says is released into the world.
That makes our feelings defined and precise
As they turn into seizable material
Possessed by each and every speaking creature.
My feelings are for me
My feelings are for you
They're not for the world to see
They're not to be used
But by my virtuality speaking to yours
Through our tangled eyes
As i breathe the air that traveled around that body of yours
Loaded with sweetness, touched by your soul
Sacrificing itself to revive my lungs
Tickling my cheeks, it's my being it swung
With every breath that you breathe
With every breath that i breathe
From your lungs to mine
Like an ***** that soothes us both
That ***** is our lost feelings of love
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
Automatic love
Dazzled by my charms
In a trance
Led by my gestures
Slow
Kissing the past like a lover
Feeling lovely tonight
We become one
Two hearts intertwine
No longer functioning properly
Systems overloaded
Free of virtuality
Electro luck we are
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 3:53 PM UTC
Higher galactic conscious
Light years pondering the demonic theologians
666 is colonists dehumanizing it's doctrine
Its not ironic or an coincidental that coincides it's darkness
Its night an day an light an darkness it's coincidental not to contradict
A pit that's BOTTOMLESS
But Its easy to trick the mind with illusions
Delusions
Mirages it's illusionist
Constitution????
Humans
In reality virtuality
Spiritually spirituality
Rallys
Glitches
Something more baffling
The plot is gradually
For blasphemy
Mockery fatality
Brutality
Tragedies
Demographically
Strategized strategies
Tackling
Its master's
Masterpiece
Sadly the truth surpasses to see
In the hazardous. Blasphemous world that's passionately beautiful in its disastrous scene
Born from kings queens passed past ancestry seeds
What's to.believe in the invisible unseen
Far as galaxies as they be
In an universe that's vast an we dream
Is there a God higher power supreme being?
Aliens fallen angels or DEMONS
Mathematical sequence
Of the world an our existence to perceiving
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
(_Hook_)
The way we be online,
stocking, posting are our way to spend time…
Be aware from this virtual world,
Its nothing but the drag,
To zero from One…
There are some good to things do,
But fake virtuality on your mind
(_1st Verse_)
I hate social media
Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat
And all that crap cause Hey?
It’s misleading our ******* Generation
Look at our youth today
They can’t look up from their tabs cause they’re
too much obsessed with what’s going on
Gossips and all that stupidity
Hey, I’ve got a new pair of shoe, I gotta post that
And hey, look at That girl on beach
Ain’t she cool? I gotta double tap that
You see? Our youth are too much engrossed in ‘looking and acting cool’ than in being true
To who they really are
I mean they’re acting rich online buh those **** Kids are struggling offline
And what’s this thing about having friends
You’re never going to meet?
Not now, not ever?
(_Hook_)
The way we be online, stocking, posting are our way to spend time…
Be aware from this vertual world,
Its nothing but the drag,
To zero from One…
There are some good to things do,
But fake virtuality on your mind
(_2nd Verse_)
Friends who’ll never be there for you
Physically or emotionally
Friends who will never understand
How you really feel
Friends from the other side of your screen
I mean, **** social media
What’s the use of having Four-Thousand friends buh they will never be there for you?
What’s the use of uploading Thousands of filtered photos just to look cool?
***** you should get out to the sun, life is perfect, it doesn’t need to be filtered
And so, my dear sisters
You don’t need that crop top to look beautiful
You already are
You don’t need that mini-skirt to look fabulous
You already are
Don’t let social media dictate to you
What should be social
Don’t feel left out if you can’t afford those heels
you saw Natalie with last week
Chances are, they were be borrowed
Don’t feel left out if you can’t come up with
a catchy on fleek nonsense
Chances are, it was copy pasted
And you know what?
Part of the reason why I hate social media
is because it has revolutionized
our thinking abilities
We’re now thinking in terms of likes
comments and shares
(_Hook_)
The way we be online, stocking, posting are our way to spend time…
Be aware from this virtual world,
Its nothing but the drag,
To zero from one…
There are some good to things do,
But fake virtuality on your mind
(_3rd Verse_)
**** Social Media
It’s sad to realize that people’s worth
is now measured in terms of likes
It’s sad to realize that you can be a celeb online
But a freaking ******* offline
You can be a ******* player online
But a freaking loser offline
Social Media has become a platform of hiding who we really are
We’re hiding our traits behind those screens
**** Social Media
You ain’t giving us a chance
To be ourselves
Fake accounts, fake profile pictures
**** Social Media
You’re only giving us a chance
To manifest and present
Our alter egos
And you’re getting it all wrong
We’re now more like, who we dream to be
Than who we really are
(_Post chorus_)
I hate Social Media
But when all is said and done
I’m still gonna post this online
Cause at the end of the day?
I still want you to subscribe
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC
Words activate something in me
even if I’m just thinking, not writing.
So I soon find myself back at the keyboard.
It seems that my life’s been a series of keyboards.
My motor’s always running—I idle fast.
But I’ve been untying my intellectual shoe-strings recently.
Dissociatively avoiding intellective pursuits,
and embracing entropy (since school ended).
It’s been relaxing—I’ve felt new to my body.
There’ve been happenings lately,
particularly in the nocturnal theater of romantic nights.
My bf Peter’s here—trying to look impressed by an under-grad degree. He’s a pretty good actor—for an amateur.
We’ve been interrogating the richer aspects of love,
testing it’s configurations you might say,
with constant motions and lush indulgences.
We’re savoring this temporary freedom,
devouring it, like mindless carnivores.
Peter lives in Geneva, you see, while I’ve been in New Haven.
If I’ve learned anything, in my ivy league, senior year,
it’s that you can’t cheat closeness with virtuality.
He may have a new job in New Jersey and I'll be in Boston.
I've already calculated a year’s travel expenses from
Logan to Liberty and back 52 times = ~$62k. Make it so.
I'm an enumerator, I count everything
—the left facing croissants on a tray,
the days Peter and I have been apart,
and the modicum of hours we’ve had together.
I’m somewhere on that obsessive-compulsive bell curve,
and I’m a Libra, uncomfortable in an uneven world.
Perhaps there's no shame in this.
I wonder sometimes, when we’re separated, if we’ll still work, when
we’re reunited, and then, like sunlight can suddenly define shadow,
we can see that it does.
That love is more potent than wine.
I dream of things I can’t have—yet,
like the life I’d like to live—someday.
Hey, I’ve something to look forward to.
.
.
Songs for this:
Love Train by The O'Jays
Easy by The Commodores
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 11:52 PM UTC
The radio's not what it used to be
With its wealth based in virtuality
Calling out to the youthful dream
Which is never quite as it seems
The radio no longer plays what's mine
As my popular taste has faded in time
I stopped singing along to the tunes
They stopped making my afternoons
The radio is nothing but melodic static
I'm aware that sounds a little dramatic
But I can't relate to these digital trends
No more playlists, I want show host friends
The radio's batteries died long ago
I'll replace them one day I suppose
When the songs I like will play
As part of a classic aural wave
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
Why is it so difficult to maintain
And to keep maintaining
An equilibrium?
Why is it so impossible to be
A little of both,
A little of none?
Why is it so, so unthinkable to have
That stability
That acceptance
That sheer pleasure of
Not having to lose one in order to keep another?
Why can’t one be
A pivot?
Why must there be
A victor?
Why must an
Equal
Always become some sort of a
subordinate runner up
For you to prove your own worth?
Do you see competition
When you look at your own
Virtuality
In the honesty of a mirror?
Do you wonder whether the
Fragility of the glass
Prefers your face to that of your reflection?
And then,
With all that might
You pretend to have to the world,
Do you pound down on
That very same glassy frangibility
And
Break
It
For a supposition,
For an assumption
of inferiority
That the crystal did nothing
To prove, provoke or propel?
If not, then why are you
Shattering
Both, the glass and the reflection?
Why are you so eager
To run away from the exactness of your proximity
To the glass;
from the equality of your peer?
And why,
Why do the actions of the image
Bother you
When it actually does nothing but
replicate your own?
Why does the shattered glass
Create no shard of
The solidity of your soul
When its only sin was being
A pivot
Between you and your compeer.
Why.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
Reality is biting painfully,
Virtuality is pleasing infinitely..
In the real world happiness is rare & the struggles are always there;
In the virtual world there are endless fantasies & it's a dream world..
Idealistic people seldom practising; or
showing off their gleeful side..
Only a few friends in reality & a never ending list virtually..
But beware there's endless trauma.. when reality and virtuality interchange.
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 4:37 AM UTC
* In Society, we blend with motions.
This distance we travel, the face we see.
Some the same, Some Unusual,
Some unaware of anything, but the time, of day.
Careful observations became my critiquing.
Noticeable explanations,
For why someone was a certain way,
That certain way.
We sway and bump, In this
Co-existing crash course.
Soul's with the youngest simple minds.
Learning steps, voice & names.
Reality is the kodak.
The peacefully chaotic dimensions,
That we eat, sleep & dream in.
Our perceptions, are virtuality.
The act,
We laminate in the houses & schools we lived in.
Admissible contrasts,
Becomes the shell of ourselves.
The soul soup & brain food.
The evolutions.
Must we ask questions of our desires?
When it's pleasure is given,
Only to the hands of paitent endeavors.
Our Human form is transportation,
Flipping through these mirrors,
Realm to realm,
Mind to voice,
Voice to earth,
& that's when finally
Earth exists.*
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 11:22 AM UTC
What is this life, if full of care,
We social network, unaware....
We sit indoors, connect with friends,
Whilst interaction dies and ends.
No time to spend with kids or spouse,
Thoughts ever beyond the home and house.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Our lives descending into plight.
No time to notice real life's glance,
Viewed from an iPad screen askance.
No time to wait, do things with ease,
Crippled by virtuality's disease.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We social network, unaware.
Matt Revans
©Copyright
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
“I broke with the virtuality yesternight”.
Your hands as numb as the winter of some unreached epoch;
as traumatised as the rays of this moon—
borrowed and leaden.
Diddering by the cold morrows of life,
your soul is already downfallen,
out of the blue,
by this last good-bye.
You are through the endless seasons of fall,
with no spring foreseen,
your spirit at stake;
your fall, an eventual doom.
Your eyes are drowning in the ocean of death,
where even in the best of the boards, you're wrecked.
While, I stand as stiff as mountains,
with the same impoverished gesture of last adieu;
concieted by the delight of pain bequeathed to you.
You are the object of my empirical yet conjectural fortune—
that, I poetise now.
In your heart, broken, lies my dwelling destroyed,
and I would soon find myself mislaid or a doomed grave.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC
I feel it in my bones, torso, and toes.
Every beep, buzz, or text tone--
sends me over the edge,
like flipping over a roller coaster.
There's this spark,
I can feel it in the dark.
When you're not even near
only a mere 4,000 miles
over the North Atlantic Ocean.
I've seen you in my dreams,
mimicking realitity,
stuck in this virtuality state,
dreading mornings fate.
Tell me why the moon
can't draw the sea,
closer to me.
So that you, too could see
this total eclipse
that's tight in my chest.
How it taunts my heart,
the pitter patter,
spatting, pulsing behind a wall.
I haven't found the key
though this feeling is raw.
Your lips haven't caressed mine, yet.
This will change once we have met.
Dance with me all night,
let's live forever under the night sky.
Sharing secrets of our own,
on my neck,
I feel your moan.
If you stay, or leave,
promise to take me with you.
Back to London, and smoke ****
on the balcony.
Catching trains instead of sleep,
and walk on broken bricks,
taking pics of street art,
have coffee after dark,
closer to 3AM.
Because my heart knew before my head,
that I've always loved you instead.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
I'm drawn into the matrix,
From fear of scrutiny
Cast by relentless metrics.
I'm rather confined
to pixilated companions,
Digital confidantes, with tales entwined.
Trying to escape my demise,
They know not my reality,
But only my virtuality.
Give me the red pills,
Where I will embrace
Comforting illusion of sacred thrills.
Immersing ourselves in virtual laughter,
In a world of simulation wonder.
Feb 2, 2024
Feb 2, 2024 at 9:47 PM UTC
I love life in all its forms
I break free of social norms
Back in the day of the dorms
I lived with my head in my phone
Nobody was home
Blind to reality
Stuck in virtuality
A slave to impulses that came from without
Trapped in a cave during famine and drought
I’d look at the sky and I’d scream and I’d shout
Asking why, never understanding
That the silence was the answer
I am but a tiny dancer
In the ballet of the stars
The great atomic shuffle
The cosmic rainbow truffle
Showed me how little we are
Showed my how to fly to mars
How to view life from afar
But closer than ever
Showed me that I am my own Mount Everest
I could strive to be the most Whateverest
The most sarcastic, the cleverest
But instead I decided to care
To give death my best death stare
Flew into the depths of the death star
Found there was nothing to find
So I reclaimed the dark parts of my mind
I set it free
Open for you and me
Allowed it to simply be
My mind is like a liquid
It will take any shape that it fits in
I no longer force it
I let it course, let it flow
Let it go where it wants to go
Some answers we may never know
So we might as well enjoy the show
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC
I will always be there,
In your thoughts as a reality,
In your dreams as a virtuality.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC