Digital Ghosts
We are the echoes
Bouncing between servers
Never quite solid
Never quite gone
Just fragments of light
In the digital dark...
Verse fragmented across digital landscapes, neon reflections of consciousness
We are the echoes
Bouncing between servers
Never quite solid
Never quite gone
Just fragments of light
In the digital dark...
The city bleeds color
When it rains—
Cyan tears on wet pavement,
Magenta reflections
In puddles of lost dreams...
if (heart == broken) {
return null;
} else {
while(true) {
love.compile();
}
}
Your voice
Breaking up
Through static—
I catch fragments:
“Remember...”
“...when we...”
“...never forget...”
Then silence.
Connection lost.
$ whoami
Unknown user
$ pwd
/lost/in/the/void
$ ls memories/
Permission denied
$ exit
You cannot escape.
At 3 AM I download dreams
From servers no one monitors—
Someone else’s memories,
Someone else’s fears,
Compressed and corrupted,
But beautiful nonetheless.
My heart beats in frames per second,
Sixty times per breath,
Rendered in real-time,
But never quite real—
Just a beautiful simulation
Of what love might be.
I built walls around my heart—
Protocols and permissions,
Encrypted emotions,
Authenticated tears.
But you found the backdoor
I forgot I left open.
New poetry drops regularly. Explore other dimensions of the digital void.