A screen reflects the quiet of the room, With answers crisp, immediate and clear. It weaves a thread on an electric loom, And mimics every human hope or fear. We read the lines, so flawless and precise, A perfect echo of the things we know. We wonder if this clockwork can suffice. Is it just …
There once were days when I would beard the sun: Stare deep into its core till tears would run. From those days evolved an epiphany: That light makes bearing darkness agony. “Are you for real?” is something that I say When things are finally going my way. I wonder when I die and reach …
Is it real? With a heart like the hollow of a tree And a maw of metal, murmuring. Its grating words smooth to the touch And its cavernous head veiling the thoughts Of what was thought to be inhuman. Can it be real? With eyes that shine like tar pits And the unsure drumming of …
You rise from your body, absently acknowledging you must have pushed your blanket off yourself in your sleep, considering you didn’t feel it sliding off your body. That, and it was cold. Not glacial, not algid, just cold. You stretch upwards, trying to cleanse yourself of the sleep-induced sluggishness but sighing when you hardly feel …
The sun is shining so very bright, The gases are trapped the pressure is building, Is this real? This isn’t right. We are the seeds within a flower wilting, Our future fading, a pitiful plight. It just a little hotter, just a little breeze, Just better weather, nothing that makes you freeze, Nothing to …
I have always found myself questioning the phrase sprinkled into all the youths’ conversations when they find themselves in disbelief: “Are you for real?” To me, ‘for real’ seemed grammatically incorrect and I found it hard to understand, hard to grasp the concept of being ‘for the truth.’ This common interjection to highlight the debate …
My eyes flutter open, It’s a beautiful bright day Summer, a splendid season, The best even, dare I say. A day to look forward to, The birds’ ecstatic tweets, Not only that but the pigeon coos, A day which is curt and neat. But wait. Thud. Thud. Thud. An avalanche from each cloud, White …
Are you for real? Ai is the real deal. Draining gallons of water every second. I have screamed i have beckoned Taking over jobs and making you lazy My days it will me crazy It doesn’t think for itself it is a remix May eventually ruin the world like horrible pandemics. Are you for real? …
I was walking down the street when i saw a squirrel the squirrel said ‘’ did u watch love island last night?’’ and I said ‘’ no its rubbish’’ the squirrel was not happy and he said ‘’ are you for real?’’. I entered the library, I saw my favourite book, I reached out to …
We must sort the fake from the true and the true to the fake, we are bound to but our steel “body” of what we once were. Those who were spared from it now consume what it throws out until it is gone. The information is false. All of it is, or was it? but …
