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🤔😃😜 The Book of Faces 😲🤓😠
The Book of Faces connects countless sights, insights, and desires: The images feature perfectly framed snaps. The comments shout smiles and slaps. The factions share fiction and facts. The posts emote candid and fad. The memes scream “Me! Me!” The ads say “Ur...
🛑🤔 Unbecoming Forgotten
I believe: You are special. Yet at some point: You forgot. Maybe you forgot by accident. Some choose to misremember on purpose. And many see their potential, but outer voices convince them to stay forgotten. So people no longer know their own innerVerse of old...
Unlearn
Is peace known in physical form? Have chaos and division become the new norms? In this world, we are conditioned to disBelieve - Yet the fears and doubts must leave. Because you see, a dream can be as real as it seems - And “What goes up must come down"...
👁The Third Lens👁
Lineage 0.0 When it appeared over my shoulder, I was standing in the pool. I looked to my son before me, and asked, “Did you see that?” “Yes,” he said. “What did you see?” His eyes kept mine. “Like a shadow.” Family 1.0 My daughter stood with us in the pool as we...
Looking Glass Not Included
Have you ever been without anyone else in your mind, looked into the mirror, and asked, "Who are you?" I am curious what you experience. Who do you see? What do you hear? How do you feel? I am curious if you have been looking beyond the glass somewhere? I encourage...
🤖💰Robotical Economics💰🤖
On Saturday, I observed the Artificial Intelligence (AI) watch me. Wifey and I looked to book plane flights using my rewards points. Being 2K points shy of 2 tickets, we purchased 4K points thanks to a 40% off promo. Then I returned to the app which mandated a screen...
Lost in Place
I lay in my hammock for the first time in Summer. The sun has fallen so stars can shine in the risen night. I look up and say, “This is heaven.” The outer space I watch is the original screen from past days. It was the most watched screen before wall-hung and handheld...
The Power of disBelief
The indicators implied it was inside me. The pain. The dizziness. The digestive irregularities. The anemia. The sample results. The blood counts. The weakness. I’d never met a major malfunction with my body prior to 2019 - so these experiences jarred me to say the...
A Portrait of Pain
This story is about the boy known as the Red Koi. He briefly self-assigned this name, but his narrative will now transition from third to first. In a first person: I stand in agony. Then I sit. My fist meets the ground to maintain stability. Wife texts me photos of...
Memorized Mess
"I've memorized my mess." My daughter speaks these words as I step between the safe spaces on her floor. Inside her bedroom lies many things which create the mess she’s memorized. “I want to forget my mess.” I think these words as I step over the unsafe places across...
The United States of Consciousness
Are we tense or intense? What's the difference when both result in a grimace? Nothing makes sense since losing presence. If it’s gone for good, we can't be convinced. All seemed picture perfect at first glimpse, But after overdosing on emptiness, And realizing our...
Killed Darling Résumé
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5 Steps to Kill a Darling
I killed a darling, and I liked it. And these are my To Do’s so you can perform this deadly muse: STEP 1: Identify the Darling * Determine the Darling to die. Has a Darling lost its purpose? Does a Darling no longer stimulate the storyteller? Can a Darling...
I Killed a Darling, and I Liked It
The darling revisited our past pages: “You said such nice things in the beginning.” “You weaved sweet and savory.” “You wrote like each word was our first.” Being a determined storyteller, I played the part between the page: "It’s not me, it’s you.” “You...
Wishing the World Away
"I wish to wash away her wishy washy ways." I made this wish known in a poem. It wasn’t my best writing at the time. Wishy washy were her ways though, Until one day, my wish came true. Can one create whatever one wishes? What does one wish to create? What is created...
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