Life is but a game,
Man’s eternal pursuit for acclaim.
Survival traded,
Instead overrated.
All for a name!
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I feel trapped by my thoughts as I stare
lost in the amber liquid.Swirling bubbles pop in my mind’s
eye, captivating my attention.I have found an escape, deep in the bottom of
a glass.An avenue away from the devastation
that plagues my mind.What has happened to the world?
Everywhere I look, the overwhelming
impact of man plays centre stage.War. Death. Famine. Climate Devastation.
I drink deeply.
.
My mind ventures inward.
What more can I do?
What more should I do?
Hard questions for a soft man.
I order another drink.
.
I feel a surge inside me of heavy
angst.The world is falling in a dangerous
direction.Decency has been traded for greed.
I drink deeply.
.
I drink deeply.
.
I no longer remember my thoughts.
I order another drink and shut my
eyes.Goodnight…
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Bleary eyed we rise in the night,
Supporters to the end and ready to fight.
Through thick and thin,
Burried deep within our skin.
Hoping for that winning delight!
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Sitting in awkward silence,
Devices glued in our hands,
Waiting for our number to be called,
Helpless to fate.
.
Imaginations unravel uncertainty,
Fear fuels the fire.
Death is at our doorstep.
Writing our Wills as we wait.
.
Our name is called,
The doctor is met.
A simple virus diagnosed,
Life continues again.
.
The brain is a powerful beast,
Equally creative and destructive,
It must be tamed,
Or one will fall foe to its darkness.
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Glued to devices,
We are slaves to our screens.
Separation anxiety,
Marketed into our brains.
.
Where once we spoke,
Now we tap.
Where once we met,
Now we swipe.
The art of speech traded away.
.
Man merging with machine.
Blended into one inseparable being
Is this an act of evolution?
Or something else entirely?
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I sit alone,
Staring at their orders.
Refuelling stations for weary souls,
Admiring the healing nature of cafes.
.
I sip my black coffee,
Enjoying the bitterness.
Coloured like my soul
I stare into the watery abyss.
.
My hit points rise,
Along with my spirit.
Human company a rare treat,
To this tortured spirit.
.
Wallet drained, stomach filled.
I retreat to the darkness of my corner.
Alone I write better,
But I fear for what I have lost!
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Tranquil waters bloom,
Reflecting the starry sky,
As fishermen feast.
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Really proud of this piece – capturing a lot of ‘Nerd Culture’
Ripe is the tapestry of hype.
Millennials dream as they swipe.
The latest game,
Is new to blame,
As miseries latest archetype.
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Long ago a dream was sold,
When the strength of the US was impressive to behold.
Hence Freedom and Liberty,
Now traded for greed and negatavity.
Our American dream has unrolled!
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A thriving unrivalled passion,
90 minutes of non-stop action.
Eyes peeled to screens,
Grouped helplessly like sardines.
Defining a lifetime of satisfaction.
The StoryTeller 