Existential crisis Poems
98. Wonders of My World
by Kea Campbell
The entire world is in our back pockets.
Our perceived worth is in the other.
Condensed into a hand-size machine, everything humanity has ever seen. My head aches as technology abuses my brain chemistry.
My eyes burn from blue light, consumed by the escape. Interesting how our race is so distant, yet all in the same place.
This is not self-harm, but we are harming ourselves.
Our friends, foes, futures, and forsaken mental health.
In the other pocket, a piece of metal framed in colored plastic. With or without it, might determine our health and lavish.
A medium between what we have and what we owe. A representation of our will in the form of an 8 to 12 digit code.
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Forgotten Self
by Annie Pink
Feeling much more than is human,
My soul, be free from this mortal strains.
Floating because I will fall
Preparing for reality to swallow me whole.
Drunken on immortal panic,
New born ecstasy floods my veins.
Longing to feel the universe
......
My purpose
by Coleen Thorpe
It’s morning again, it’s morning,
Morning to you, dearest sun,
As you peak through my window,
Stretching your arms so desperately,
......
98. Wonders of My World
by Kea Campbell
The entire world is in our back pockets.
Our perceived worth is in the other.
Condensed into a hand-size machine, everything humanity has ever seen. My head aches as technology abuses my brain chemistry.
My eyes burn from blue light, consumed by the escape. Interesting how our race is so distant, yet all in the same place.
This is not self-harm, but we are harming ourselves.
Our friends, foes, futures, and forsaken mental health.
In the other pocket, a piece of metal framed in colored plastic. With or without it, might determine our health and lavish.
A medium between what we have and what we owe. A representation of our will in the form of an 8 to 12 digit code.
......
My purpose
by Coleen Thorpe
It’s morning again, it’s morning,
Morning to you, dearest sun,
As you peak through my window,
Stretching your arms so desperately,
......
Forgotten Self
by Annie Pink
Feeling much more than is human,
My soul, be free from this mortal strains.
Floating because I will fall
Preparing for reality to swallow me whole.
Drunken on immortal panic,
New born ecstasy floods my veins.
Longing to feel the universe
......
