At Long Last, Progress Stopped to Follow
SQL scripts generate continuum trips The apothecary deals drugs to kill a virus. Update system clocks. hacked registries. Password slips, Daylight saves time for ink stained papyrus. Fail to escape imbedded channels of treason. "What if" statement brings unexpected nuance. Crack stone walls through keyholes tapped by reason. 3 finger maneuver. Programmed brute force non response. Overlapping fragmented drives hard and fast Parsing data filter encapsulation Decrypt binary bits, end chain predicts, presence of past Fail object oriented computation Behind the blue screen, some say is death, Maneuvered keystrokes zero out facts, Behind the blue screen, some say is death, Words honor hero's clever syntax.
Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 17, 2025
Next on alter boy confessions. Touching stories of touch. Eat of my body or you have no life in you. Drink in my blood, I have no life to give you. Sell a soul for the place to put it. Hell could be the feeling of falling forever and never hitting the ground. I guess that's what I'm feeling right now. Forsaken, Forgotten, For nothing. Should the end ever strike me down without making a sound. Save a place for me, I will soon be joining you. Be sure to write and tell what it is like to be forgiven. Or at least how it feels to be washed clean. Dare my hands never break. What I have taken wrongly will gladly be given back. Welcomed at the gate, negotiate to find belonging. Is it wrong to seek the peace you fit in.
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025
Allow me this one liberty. Indulgence. Take leave of me and senses. Permit me to be a skeptic. There are too many things that you can’t explain. Burning the candle at both ends Time has reason for slowing. Fanning the flames of bitter trend. Discontent benign but growing? Burning the candle at both ends Utter indifference showing. Scorching resentment buries a friend. What is the question in knowing? Communicate through pictures. Abstract shapes stitched together. Fragments of life. Read between the lines. Find connections, patterns in chaos.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025
Sit there like the American dream. waiting to be happened upon. Out of reach, the native scene, bred well though manners are gone. The good side of the great wall. Outsourced vendor, last call Unwelcomed gatherers, crashing on shores. "No trespass" signs waved and ignored. Socialist beware, voices quake, cut to stare. Capitalist you steal, scrape and tear. Take so much, yet never share. Search for what is fair. Hopeless generations lost deep in prayer. Third rail to the third world. Civilization yet to follow. Third rail to the third world. Pockets full though heads are still hollow. Feeble minds that think alike travel to places where fools seldom differ. High intake resistance, harms more than hinders. Stage coach factories, human zoo. Pennies and a bowl of rice. Industrial espionage, tales of Sun Tzu. Arrive with slavery. deprive the savior, survive bravery.
Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 17, 2025
Life comes crossing fingers, hoping to die Having eyes to see but not to cry. Love dressed in a smile kisses it better Memorized fairytales to the letter. Stories incomplete, written with invisible ink. Pages unturned will perpetually burn. Love dressed in a smile kisses it better Memorized fairytales to the letter.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
Weakness, the enemies’ only goal. Find them surrounding, swallowed whole. I fear being seen like this over scraped knees crawling towards humiliation, asking minutes for seconds. Help me please. Look at what is shattered in the mirror. Superstition delivers, watch luck wither. Stare at one of twenty-nine slivers. Seven years to reflect. Reject your likeness. Dissect beauty vanity might protect. Heat lamp interrogation, drive the truth from me. Surrender every hiding place to save face. At least what’s left of it. You don't have to talk, I have ways of finding out for myself.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025
Color shift, fragment rainbow. Fundamentals rule out substance abuse. Sweep deep into the kaleidoscope prismatic. Inner child lost in a milk carton. Drowning from calcium deposits. Circle the drain. Rolling waves exit the entrance. Goodbye. Life comes crossing fingers, hoping to die Having eyes to see but not to cry. Love dressed in a smile kisses it better Memorized fairytales to the letter. Stories incomplete, written with invisible ink. Pages unturned will perpetually burn. Love dressed in a smile kisses it better Memorized fairytales to the letter. Water boiling over on the stove. Deduct the walk on the hot coals. Cleanse your soul. It’s a write off. Decide to stay with me or count the sides of a circle.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025
Not total recall, nor absolute guilt but nocturnal remission impossible along the off axis tilt. Sin degrades, rules perplex. Target dry patches on the cerebral cortex. Crashing into gray matter, stories of queens and mad hatters. Lives lived in chaos and endless chatter. Rather than falling, stalling, crawling out, surrendering dimensional three, calling down infinity. There is a measurable wave, Through unrecognizable change bring with it pain, rage and suffering. I will swim as far and as fast to meet it, latching onto the crest. Taken away while being pushed forward up and over without a lifeline, drag coefficients through this Distension of Time. Scrape away weathered glass. Burning purple heart and feathers. Take newfound wisdom for granted, floating, at the same time planted. Feet first, firmly in the clouds, diving down the light of an eclipse fails to tarnish the crown. Fall for the meaning, believe awake people are dreaming about being trapped inside love. Do they adore the feeling, identify with color and shapes or just like the sound of the word.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 17, 2025
I used to think that someone or something watched over me. Protecting me from all forms misfortune might take. Most of all damage to self. Recently I’ve learned there is no spirit to bare witness. Holy or otherwise. He must have taken a better offer. Eager for the release of tears. Digging in heels, slow the sinking. Hopes running down, life force shrinking. Eager for the release of tears. Up for challenge, not a slaughter Capture and release, back to water. Hiding behind fragile consonants and vowels I’m giving care to the imbalance between me and my spilt milk. Safely preserved in clever subtext. Neither Hysterics nor Heretics have ever lit my way. Never beyond saving but worth less kept alive. Behind the curtain the man isn’t listening.