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Arcassin B Mar 2020
By Arcassin B.

This epidemic is nearly stupid as **** , stupid as ****,
they make you run rampid, they give you no luck,
they sell you some ******* about being trapped with
a virus you only knew like a month,
tell you clean all the stores out,
give you a surprise to the gut when they punch,
and its crazy,
People still ain't ******* over desensitized to be smart,
think about all the children that couldn't live through this
**** and now watching the stars,
looking thru the silver line in this matrix , that'd
be a start,
A virus has nothing on your mind if you cure your heart.


©abpoetry2020
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2020/03/flame-17.html
Dave Scott Dec 2019
Let’s be alone together
At the Starbucks a mile from here
It doesn’t matter which one because we are all together
Making sure the connectivity is near

On our laptops we tunnel into reality
I predisposed emotional wasteland of hopes and dreams
Do we work or do we escape out of this present piece?
Of time and space we manifested in this dream

The English language cannot describe everything
Simulation is such a weak word you see
It seems like something that is on our screens
But in reality we are the screen
Roman Pavel Nov 2019
I’ve been having dreams
Like long lost strolls on moonlit beaches
Where the waves erase past steps
To make you forget your way
Struggling to find a path forward
You’re guided by misaligned stars
They flicker in the distance
And blanket the world
Only the moon serves as direction
The water rolls to the tips of your toes
As It caresses the beach
I can’t stand still
As the sands of the beach
Slowly swallow my feet.
I must move forward
In the deafening darkness
Of the oceans tumultuous tirade
I only feel the sand loosening beneath my reality
I only see the moonlit path
Separating the waves from the floor
Shimmering of the tops of the crests
And Glittering from the reflexive gems
Sparse among the endless floor
I hardly know where I’m going
But know less why I started
And know nothing of where I began
In search of endless meaning
Gripping for due north
I float forward, or backward
On the river of time.
Foraging for truth
I wake up

And nothing has changed
Life is a lie, we live in a simulation
CL Fjell Jul 2019
Sore body trembles
Your callused hands bore fruit
Green, paper fruit
To buy the little things
Keep the monkey clapping
Silly monkey doesn't know
He could be living one-third longer
Had it not been stolen from him
So consume monkey
Glue your eyes to plastic life
Slide your mind from wrong to right
Feast like sulton on stranger's food
Forever trapped you cyclic fool
But I'm a monkey just like you
tobi Oct 2018
perhaps the reason i play sims
is i’m convinced that it’s the only way i’ll be able to experience a life
other than the one i have now
life is nothing but a simulation for me
Jade Quirk Oct 2018
BRAIN’S MISTAKE

I could just be a brain
It should feel the same.
Made singles coming in
To my brain in a water bin

But if this is all fake
Imagining you- best mistake
But I don't think I can take the credit of making you
noir Oct 2018
I am a program
I am a function
I cannot run without…
I need…
I don’t require maintenance
I am self-sufficient
But I’m lacking in a certain humanity
The kind that makes you feel alive
But this is no problem
Especially since I was designed not to feel
To feel is to be weak
To be weak is not to perform
Not to engage
To be weak is my greatest fear
And also my greatest truth
I am a program
I am a function
I am weak
Help
how i felt last year ;-;
Cunning Linguist Dec 2018
Sacred fires burning bright
Purging the flesh of my being
Becoming one with the light
Scorching the cells of my mortal body

lluminate
The masses
Self-immolate
To ashes

Break,

Conciousness
Cosmic I lapse -
Death cleanses;
Dissipate into the nether

Essence of life
Extinguished
The chains that bind
Relinquished

Pain ~
Surging through
Serenity;
Gleaming blaze

Then I shoot off in space and time,
soaring through illusions
Light years from reality,
Distant pixels

Obsessing through the tesseract,
Scouring past illusions
Beyond spatiality,
Distant pixels

Drifting, no sense or feel
Flames of color,
figments of my creation

Drift in to the surreal;
Chasing fractals,
defragments my cognition

Dreaming in discordance
Life confined in simulation

A glitch in the matrix~
Lies conceived
through my perception;
Breathe


I, long to be spectral,
fluctuate right through this oscilation
To, obtain the ether -
Planetary cognizance

Then I shoot off in space and time,
soaring through illusions
Light years from reality,
distant pixels

Obsessing through the tesseract,
Scouring past illusions
beyond spatiality,
distant pixels

Drifting, no sense or feel
Flames of color,
figments of my creation

Drift in to the surreal;
Chasing fractals,
defragments my cognition

Dreaming in discordance
Life confined in simulation

A glitch in the matrix~
Lies conceived
through my perception;
Breathe
Lyrics for my band's next song.
Samantha Dec 2017
Is it something?
Everything?
All there is?
In this simulation
We call life,
Anything's possible.
An infinite echo.
A forever-ticking clock.
A perfectly sharp blade.
A rope, rough and ready.
She hangs it up.
To hang a picture.
A picture for HIM.
For us.
For everyone.
Echo,
          echo,
                    echo,
       ­   echo,
gone.
Monika? Is that you?
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