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It must be the highest thrill
It must be the highest thrill
It must be the highest thrill. There is an infinity of sadness before you and behind you. The cruelty and wickedness of people can be endless. Unfathomable depths, pressure beyond pressure. But in the face of that you dare to unmask yourself. the fear, the anxiety, the crushing weight. The audacity! All lifted for a moment. Audacious. You. Finally. Audacious. There will be consequences. But it was worth it. …but there will be consequences. And for the consequences, there with be consequences. You are better now than you ever were.
the difference
You screamed at me
under a bright blue sky
I wished you could look up
and see like I do
Morphed and Recoloured
Evanesce into my dreams
Where I see that which has withered —
morphed and recoloured
Abnormal: undefined
Anchored to another to which I must refine
The Ballad of the Techno-Prophet: A Decade of Deception
2011
Sports cars for the wealthy few, he built with practiced hands,
While promising the common folk would drive them 'cross the lands.
Rockets failed and workers ailed in factories unsafe, "Next year, cars will drive themselves!"
Most thought the man was great.
2013
He spoke of vacuum tubes to whisk us faster than the breeze,
An ancient notion claimed as his, investors pleased with ease.
"To Mars we'll go!" he boldly claimed, "Self-driving comes next year!"
Whistleblowers faced his wrath—still most refused to hear.
2015
Brain implants left animals in suffering and pain, Scientists fled in droves as ethics went down the drain.
Removed the lidar, cut the costs, "Self-driving comes next year!"
Stock prices manipulated, yet few expressed their fear.
2017
He claimed to found the company that predated his time,
Rewrote his history with ease, none called it quite a crime.
Cold gas thrusters, semi trucks—promises grand and wide,
"To Mars by twenty-twenty-four!" S
Treasures
Treasures
By RavindraNemandi
If I could pluck the stars from the sky,
I would just to bring them to you.
If we could reach the furthest places,
I would explore the universe with you.
But the stars remain beyond my reach.
They glitter, fixed above us.
The void of space contains us here,
An island that sustains us.
So I will bring you all the treasures of the Earth.
Things that glitter, things that shine.
Things I've made and things i've found.
Things with patterns, things with flaws.
Things with stories and things to use.
Thinks that move, things that grow.
Things that swim and things that crawl.
Things with shells, things with fur.
Things that bite and sting and claw.
If we can't explore the universe together,
I'll bring you all the treasures of the earth.
The Fascists
I don't consider myself much of a poet. I'm more of a prose writer. I had to write one for a class, and I was inspired by the works of Imiri Baraka, Adrienne Rich, and Juliana Spahr, I wrote about a protest I had been at.
too short haiku by me
i tried to write a
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good haiku but it was one
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syllable short
I miss my life
Yes I know it’s a shitty poem I haven’t written one since middle school. Just felt I needed a way to express myself and to post it somewhere and forget about it. No I’m not going to kill myself. This is about me getting a lifelong incurable chronic illness (ME) from a COVID infection. I’m bedridden, unable to talk, tubefed, unable to process noise, and just pretty much dead. Not looking for feedback.