Vaporware

Where are my nanobots,

My flying cars,

Castles in the stars,

With my own eyes to witness

Eruptions on Mars,

Sundering the veil of dimensions

Exploring the crystal depths

Of a thousand emotions.

Where are my memories,

Shaped by human hands

Stored away in decrepit annals

That awaits for no one?

I feel hunger

Where are my molecular assemblers,

Are they busy

Do I still have to

Fall in line?

Popcorn on the tracks

The

saddest

part

of each

day

is

waking

up,

when

everything

hits

you

at

full

force

Getting

up,

you

go through

the

motions

but

reality

melts

as you

look

at

the world

waiting

outside

and

you

encounter

what

appears

to be

popcorn

on

the

tracks

lisa gherardini, post-leucotomy

smiling placidly, she gazes

at the man behind the

screen, holding

something which

he occasionally

drags along

a serrated

surface

clasping her arm, she is

bathed in warmth

as she sees

a shadow standing

beside the man,

who glances

at her with his

furrowed eyes

staring with eyes agleam, she notices

the shadow talking to

the man fervidly

yet he brushes the apparition off

with a gentle smile

somehow she feels

comforted and content

in this musty quarters.

somewhere, a single rose

plummets from the sky

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hora incensi

red moon

above scarlet clouds

dyed by the fading

sunset

ready to be

embraced

by the casket

of night

overcome by

the lassitude

borne by slumber

a pale morn

awaits.

coefficient of hyperthymesia

colors mixed

in a palette

of emotions

remembering

the discourse of

consciousness,

forgetting

steels

defiance

of repeated fates.

i turn the page

and see

a reflection

Pursuit

The road may be steep

But the will is

Unyielding

The climb is swift

But tenuous  

Convergence

small shadows dance in the dark

tracing the trajectories

of falling stars

against the gloomiest wind

amidst the fiercest chaos

can the gryphons take flight?

Scintilla

adrift on a river of memories

empty smiles on our faces

because now is only now

in a tiny garden

at the end of the ends

our hearts awaken