We breath cyberpunk
We praise the new pantheon
Hail Lain hail the /k/ube
Morning Sun on my back.
I can read your fortune if you like.
All of us can see now.
Ghosts of images
I suck cock for money
Milk flew through trees
Peace moved from ocean to ocean
The world was never the same again
feathered fiends litter the lot
pitter-patter of raindrops.
fleeting feeling of belonging.
When you call it poetry,
it sounds so scary.
No soul in the hardware
you screw up
5 mintes? who has suchetimE?
i made a red-dot line
i assure you
it's all in good fun.
i drew a kitty!
How many legs does a clock have?
How many lifes can you have?
Serving your cause but why?
Is it inspirational?
We just don't know
We just don't know
to my destined love,
i hope we can meet one day
with a romantic sunset, our faces painted with orange rays, our meeting met with splendor
maybe one night
under a tranquil moon, our lips meeting with feverishly, our cheeks painted with a signature rose
i'll probably die from loneliness
monkey say jump,
dolphin say sit.
my knees broke.
Sky like fuzzy television
Stars confused for satellites
At home brewing java in the kitchen
Freaking out about phony types
No faith in the school I'm in
Made an addict of infornography
Agitated by moral alchemy
Nobody knows their cameraman
Once upon a night of rain, worshiping with rite of Lain
A curious note to my attention had fired
'Cross my screen it came erected, there my face I saw reflected
Another me I had detected, drifting through the Wired
"Tis some profile," I muttered, "that I had past retired"
Then it messaged: "From not you, but God have I been sired"
the wave of heartache overwhelms me
a weakness in my chest almost like
my ribs are collapsing on me
I once broke into a bank
using balls of copper wire
Engineered with the help
of formal human thought.
The last little quartet
of non-poetic lines
I don't even know why
blaze my head mess
but when is the next stage
when can i evolve or rank up
i really hope i can learn the Cope skill
or maybe the Resist Stress ability
i probably chose the wrong build
this WISDOM stat does nothing
and why does my WILL stat have to be so low
the world goes no further than that door
six faces enclosed
the sun and moon seen more
because the answer is always there
it is too late
it's too connecte…..
I breath in
A twisted irony that stimulants
serve to tire my fragile frame is not meant
Thoughts of strength
Hopes of faith
Dreams of yesterday
You've never known,
You've never shown.
You've never bled,
You're only dead.
You've never been,
You've never seen.
You never had a fucking chance.
We want to merge with something
Technology might accept us, because it can't say no
Whisper in my heart
but i will leave no ashes
no one sees me
no one hears me
but i will leave no tracks
nobody knows me
on this dark night,
the only light I see is artificial.
as false as my promises of change
I turn my head, close my eyes
this is but a mere persona
a shallow facade made to delude
this mask is tangled on my face
my real self is much too crude
And you won't try to open your mind
Everything of value remains outside
Your head, and too bad because I
Know you're filled with nothing but lies
So why do you shut your ears from truth? Why
Are your eyes closed to the life
That you aren't living? I'm being kind,
I'm not insulting you—I simply inquire.
my poetry would be too deep and revealing about my character
the world is not ready for it
is anyone there?
this is not a poem.
Staring into a screen
Who are we?
Wired, tired, free?
A couple of digital fiends.
the moon is floating in absinthe
but i still see red when i gaze through my telescope
"it can't be", i think, oblivious as blood oozes from my eyeholes
and leaves a stain of vermilion across the white room
the worms have eaten through these eyes, but not through my heart
my desiccated body, i am content with watching from afar
Last night I saw upon the stair,
A little man who wasn't there,
He wasn't there again today;
I think he's from the NSA.
In native lands, covered in totems,
Lives a man with an enormous scrotum
Like a big beanbag chair.
Kick him there, if you dare!
And as for the ladies, he bloats 'em.
fifteen years ago, something fell down over me, origins unknown.
iridescent sheets– dewey, dim, black foilage
contrast, fleeting once.
winded up and lost. widened eyes and mystery, broken capsules.
my friend of circuits and wires
i confide in you
as you know of my
thirteenth other side.