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!
Tag: Symbolism
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Sitting in awkward silence,
Devices glued in our hands,
Waiting for our number to be called,
Helpless to fate.
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Imaginations unravel uncertainty,
Fear fuels the fire.
Death is at our doorstep.
Writing our Wills as we wait.
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Our name is called,
The doctor is met.
A simple virus diagnosed,
Life continues again.
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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.
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Where once we spoke,
Now we tap.
Where once we met,
Now we swipe.
The art of speech traded away.
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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.
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I sip my black coffee,
Enjoying the bitterness.
Coloured like my soul
I stare into the watery abyss.
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My hit points rise,
Along with my spirit.
Human company a rare treat,
To this tortured spirit.
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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.
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I sit in darkness, a man blind.
The world around me has not been kind.
Depressed and lost.
My heart covered in frost.
My only hope, to rejoin the grind.
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This is Debbie. Debbie is a Downer. Down about her life. Life that isn’t much fun right now. Now is a bad time for Debbie, but it was once.
Once upon a time Debbie lived a life of bliss. Bliss and bubbly, Debbie felt complete. Complete in the sense that she was fulfilled. Fulfilled both emotionally and physically. Physically she was a specimen, strong and sure. Surely this life would last forever?
Forever never lasts. Lasting tales of woe and worry always come back to haunt. Haunting us into our futures. Futures whose direction is yet unknown. Unknown to her yet, Debbie has hope still.
Still, Debbie sits in her home. Home is where the heart is after all, or it was, before the end times. Time has stood still for Debbie for a while. Whilst at her bottom, she is not lost completely.
Completely alone, Debbie thinks back to the family now lost. Lost to time, only kept in memories. Memory is the key after all.
All Debbie has to do is get up. Up towards the stars she must push. Pushing herself out of this rut and into the future!
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