Dystopian Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#dystopian
Mind Games
They ply their trade on social sites
hidden within dim electrons,
neurons fire it feels great might
this mind-raper this thrill bringing troll.
It'll batten on some poor sweet thing
its leeching tendencies reversed
instead of sucking it'll blow foul gas
inside, till they beg for... the worst.
We'll stutters and stammers our no's
but it slides inside it knows no bounds
it ejaculates our needs this way so,
eyes and ears to brain then, through our mouths.
No prophylactics can...
hidden within dim electrons,
neurons fire it feels great might
this mind-raper this thrill bringing troll.
It'll batten on some poor sweet thing
its leeching tendencies reversed
instead of sucking it'll blow foul gas
inside, till they beg for... the worst.
We'll stutters and stammers our no's
but it slides inside it knows no bounds
it ejaculates our needs this way so,
eyes and ears to brain then, through our mouths.
No prophylactics can...
#addiction
#dystopian
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Desolation
A wanderer in a dystopian world
where hopes are shadows in fading light
where desolation sings in harmony with despair
the sojourner may see
the once bright sun shines wanly
it's hues won't chase gloom away
it's heat doesn't warm the heart
skyscrapers stand dark against the silver sky
sentinels of sorrowful desolation
testaments of broken dreams
symbols of man's unbridled greed
man has buried nature in their concrete
suffocating Her and rendering her barren
lush forests where the animals roam are gone ...
where hopes are shadows in fading light
where desolation sings in harmony with despair
the sojourner may see
the once bright sun shines wanly
it's hues won't chase gloom away
it's heat doesn't warm the heart
skyscrapers stand dark against the silver sky
sentinels of sorrowful desolation
testaments of broken dreams
symbols of man's unbridled greed
man has buried nature in their concrete
suffocating Her and rendering her barren
lush forests where the animals roam are gone ...
#nature
#dystopian
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AI Or Oo-er?
I don't fully comprehend
What's occuring
With all this AI stuff
Taking over the world
But my laptop
Has just informed me
That i'm to be
It's bitch!
Oo-er!
by Jemia
What's occuring
With all this AI stuff
Taking over the world
But my laptop
Has just informed me
That i'm to be
It's bitch!
Oo-er!
by Jemia
#technology
#funny
#surreal #dystopian
#surreal #dystopian
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tomato video
A vegetarian video
You can converse with an omelet if it is filled with tomatoes and decorative lettuce leaves
Apparently, trees talk to flowers a tomato soaks up this information gives it to us when we eat one.
After going on about tomatoes
the lecturer cuts a tomato in half and we hear a scream
the speaker declares he has two tomatoes plus a bloody finger.
Many videos’ maker's dreams, is to stand alone on a stage and talk about things the make no sense to others other than themselves.
They thank, the audience who are blissfully...
You can converse with an omelet if it is filled with tomatoes and decorative lettuce leaves
Apparently, trees talk to flowers a tomato soaks up this information gives it to us when we eat one.
After going on about tomatoes
the lecturer cuts a tomato in half and we hear a scream
the speaker declares he has two tomatoes plus a bloody finger.
Many videos’ maker's dreams, is to stand alone on a stage and talk about things the make no sense to others other than themselves.
They thank, the audience who are blissfully...
#fate
#apocalypse
#luck
#dystopian
#curse
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a boy on shore leave
A boy and shore leave
The 15 years old boy was standing on the poop deck on an old
tank ship late at night looking up to the millions of stars over The Red Sea.
His job was to clean pots and pans in the galley ruled over by a cook
who hated the worlds and everybody in it.
The boy had tried to sit in the mess hall where older seamen
sat, drinking coffee and playing cards, but they had made fun of him
saying he looked like a girl the way he folded his arms.
His left nibble was swollen when he pressed on the nipple white
stuff came out and he...
The 15 years old boy was standing on the poop deck on an old
tank ship late at night looking up to the millions of stars over The Red Sea.
His job was to clean pots and pans in the galley ruled over by a cook
who hated the worlds and everybody in it.
The boy had tried to sit in the mess hall where older seamen
sat, drinking coffee and playing cards, but they had made fun of him
saying he looked like a girl the way he folded his arms.
His left nibble was swollen when he pressed on the nipple white
stuff came out and he...
#fate
#apocalypse
#luck
#dystopian
#curse
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The Norm
In the distant future?
Where proportional representation
Has been globally introduced
It was soon realised
That there was no such thing
As normal
One man
Upon mishearing this
As "no such thing as Norman"
Attempted to leap to his death
From a slowly moving perambulator
Needless to say
He was unsuccessful
But soon after
Changed his name
From Norman
To Norm
by Jemia
Where proportional representation
Has been globally introduced
It was soon realised
That there was no such thing
As normal
One man
Upon mishearing this
As "no such thing as Norman"
Attempted to leap to his death
From a slowly moving perambulator
Needless to say
He was unsuccessful
But soon after
Changed his name
From Norman
To Norm
by Jemia
#satirical
#funny
#dystopian
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New Order Bartering
New Order Bartering
“I see on your records that you once participated in May Day parades. We don’t keep with unionists in the new order. Are you a reformed socialist in keeping with the new collectivism?”
Goldie, “You can bet your pants on it. I’d no sooner join a union than sleep with a banker. But hey, I need a job bad. I’ll do any kind of work you have. I can clean, cook, and even sew. Do you need a seamstress? I’m your woman.”
Mr. Snyder replies, “Well we don’t need any of those things right now. Can you type?”
Goldie says, “Oh hell, I...
“I see on your records that you once participated in May Day parades. We don’t keep with unionists in the new order. Are you a reformed socialist in keeping with the new collectivism?”
Goldie, “You can bet your pants on it. I’d no sooner join a union than sleep with a banker. But hey, I need a job bad. I’ll do any kind of work you have. I can clean, cook, and even sew. Do you need a seamstress? I’m your woman.”
Mr. Snyder replies, “Well we don’t need any of those things right now. Can you type?”
Goldie says, “Oh hell, I...
#lust
#sensual
#dystopian
#job
#seductive
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Why?
Why?
Rhetorical deep
in
thoughts
Why?
In an inane insensical insensitive inning waves pushing me towards an answer i know will NOT come - be answered. . .
WHY?
the cusp of a competition and or underlying, lying, dung that the beetles ignored for more
choice fodder,
Still,
the Q remains
Why?
Rhetorical deep
in
thoughts
Why?
In an inane insensical insensitive inning waves pushing me towards an answer i know will NOT come - be answered. . .
WHY?
the cusp of a competition and or underlying, lying, dung that the beetles ignored for more
choice fodder,
Still,
the Q remains
Why?
#dystopian
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the year of infinity
The year of infinity
1938 will be the year of dust storms
Arable land will pale and blow away
The ocean will turn into blocks of salt
Forests will fall and echo in stillness
Millions of birds will fall from the sky
Parched throats drink the blood of cows
Then the weak will be victims of thirst
Then when all blood possible is drunk
When the canals in Venice are dry
There might possibly be snowfall
1938 will be the year of dust storms
Arable land will pale and blow away
The ocean will turn into blocks of salt
Forests will fall and echo in stillness
Millions of birds will fall from the sky
Parched throats drink the blood of cows
Then the weak will be victims of thirst
Then when all blood possible is drunk
When the canals in Venice are dry
There might possibly be snowfall
#apocalypse
#mythology
#nightmares
#steampunk
#dystopian
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A Universe of Noise
The universe can be heard
in the lull before the storm
the spaces between the trees
even in summer showers
as we listen for each drop of rain
Silence is everywhere
existing before the universe was made
and will be with us as we take our last breaths
We spend our whole lives trying to hide
filling our lives with unending noise
believing the silence is driving us mad
We listen to music [loud]...
in the lull before the storm
the spaces between the trees
even in summer showers
as we listen for each drop of rain
Silence is everywhere
existing before the universe was made
and will be with us as we take our last breaths
We spend our whole lives trying to hide
filling our lives with unending noise
believing the silence is driving us mad
We listen to music [loud]...
#love
#dystopian
#zombies
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Gasp
The gasp of my existence
desperately seeking the edges
fearful of what I find
to see in the dark
I go blind in the light
still I want everything
and will never stop trying
to make sense of my madness
until my last gasp
desperately seeking the edges
fearful of what I find
to see in the dark
I go blind in the light
still I want everything
and will never stop trying
to make sense of my madness
until my last gasp
#apocalypse
#SelfReflection
#dystopian
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Winter Coffee Love
Winter Coffee Love
Her luster is that of a mother of pearl but her eyes are dark as the Black Madonna painting in a Polish monastery of his wife who waits on a night when the air is heavy with coffee.
“This commissary is solely for coffee and pastries. We don’t serve square meals. But wait until I get off duty and I’ll whip you up a dinner fit for a king.”
“For a moment I forgot where I was. Even though you are my wife here I am your patron to be treated as such.”
“Well, part of my job description is to check the patrons for...
Her luster is that of a mother of pearl but her eyes are dark as the Black Madonna painting in a Polish monastery of his wife who waits on a night when the air is heavy with coffee.
“This commissary is solely for coffee and pastries. We don’t serve square meals. But wait until I get off duty and I’ll whip you up a dinner fit for a king.”
“For a moment I forgot where I was. Even though you are my wife here I am your patron to be treated as such.”
“Well, part of my job description is to check the patrons for...
#wife
#marriage
#coffee
#sensual
#dystopian
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