Darkness in spite of the fire. by ElusiveCursive, literature
Literature
Darkness in spite of the fire.
I'm between opinions, right?
Dissent, into dimmer light.
Shadows hide a person's might,
Uncertainty, a former plight.
Danger in a locked box.
The fool, eyes affixed on socks,
Another atop a festive box.
Banners fall, and more heads talk.
Bruce once a man of epic rage,
Now a woman acts half his age.
Highlight reals, and feeds impress.
As if they always know what's best.
Images of awww and a woman's chest
Dominate the irony in trending best.
HASHTAG GLITTER HASHTAG BOBA TEA
TAGGED AS FAITH RESTORED IN HUMANITY
But IRL the world seems dark to me.
TIL: Tweet It Longer by ElusiveCursive, literature
Literature
TIL: Tweet It Longer
Brevity may save us time, but lacks the wit lost in line.
To drop the letters in-between, to strip the words of what they mean.
When IDK what I talk about.
When OP's old memes still check out.
The threads that bind us oft repeat.
The humor travels endlessly.
TL;DR for full affects,
before absent letters consume context.
As if the feed were lacking health,
have algorithms increase the wealth.
The character limit has reached its peak,
And lest the gawking be incomplete,
Observe now! These new techno-freaks!
Come see! Come see! Now once per week.
Headlines and highlights are the tags that are hashed.
Majority, Opinions, Briefs, and Judgmen
I can't help but feel confused with our lack of sanitation,
Meet in bathrooms, in a way, it's our strange generation.
Thumbs glide across a screen, "It's a match!" begins a crush.
In all the excitement we shan't forget to flush.
A lovely pen does write what's not,// A blighted pen does write these thoughts
Burning the few, the toxic lot.// And lusted I, now burnt too hot.
What once stood fine, now trembles in lines.// What once was mine, now lost in time
The hate inside was what I fought.// The empty space was what I sought.
Star wars and Christmas, the hype is too great.
Enjoy your dumb yule, and feast on the hate.
The dark side has cookies, least that's what they say.
Santa's a jedi, who just lost his way.
Good kids and bad kids, that's all he can see.
Sounds like an absolute sith to me.
The weather fair, the moon so bright.
a gentle mist on city lights
The price is steep, a worthwhile grade.
The trail to collect what's yet been paid.
The world wild, with each step sold,
Nature reclaims the heart to hold.
A method of illusion, wrapped in allusion can't reach the conclusion cause more confusion.
Tricks and liars end their losses.
A final moon, but came too soon for a popped balloon my heart still swoons.
An ass, it was premature. Lost now, He may be crushed.
Darkness in spite of the fire. by ElusiveCursive, literature
Literature
Darkness in spite of the fire.
I'm between opinions, right?
Dissent, into dimmer light.
Shadows hide a person's might,
Uncertainty, a former plight.
Danger in a locked box.
The fool, eyes affixed on socks,
Another atop a festive box.
Banners fall, and more heads talk.
Bruce once a man of epic rage,
Now a woman acts half his age.
Highlight reals, and feeds impress.
As if they always know what's best.
Images of awww and a woman's chest
Dominate the irony in trending best.
HASHTAG GLITTER HASHTAG BOBA TEA
TAGGED AS FAITH RESTORED IN HUMANITY
But IRL the world seems dark to me.
TIL: Tweet It Longer by ElusiveCursive, literature
Literature
TIL: Tweet It Longer
Brevity may save us time, but lacks the wit lost in line.
To drop the letters in-between, to strip the words of what they mean.
When IDK what I talk about.
When OP's old memes still check out.
The threads that bind us oft repeat.
The humor travels endlessly.
TL;DR for full affects,
before absent letters consume context.
As if the feed were lacking health,
have algorithms increase the wealth.
The character limit has reached its peak,
And lest the gawking be incomplete,
Observe now! These new techno-freaks!
Come see! Come see! Now once per week.
Headlines and highlights are the tags that are hashed.
Majority, Opinions, Briefs, and Judgmen
I can't help but feel confused with our lack of sanitation,
Meet in bathrooms, in a way, it's our strange generation.
Thumbs glide across a screen, "It's a match!" begins a crush.
In all the excitement we shan't forget to flush.
A lovely pen does write what's not,// A blighted pen does write these thoughts
Burning the few, the toxic lot.// And lusted I, now burnt too hot.
What once stood fine, now trembles in lines.// What once was mine, now lost in time
The hate inside was what I fought.// The empty space was what I sought.
Star wars and Christmas, the hype is too great.
Enjoy your dumb yule, and feast on the hate.
The dark side has cookies, least that's what they say.
Santa's a jedi, who just lost his way.
Good kids and bad kids, that's all he can see.
Sounds like an absolute sith to me.
The weather fair, the moon so bright.
a gentle mist on city lights
The price is steep, a worthwhile grade.
The trail to collect what's yet been paid.
The world wild, with each step sold,
Nature reclaims the heart to hold.
A method of illusion, wrapped in allusion can't reach the conclusion cause more confusion.
Tricks and liars end their losses.
A final moon, but came too soon for a popped balloon my heart still swoons.
An ass, it was premature. Lost now, He may be crushed.
Me: Are you a comedian?
Death: No.
Me: Why not?
Death: Here, read this, it will help you understand.
Me: This is a blank piece of paper.
Death: Those are my jokes.
Death: Here i brought you a blanket.
Me: It smells funny.
Death: That's because its covered in rotting flesh, laced with Ebola.
Me: It smells like a clown.
Death: Oh, you're right, he was a clown.
Me: Your horse looks sick.
Death: Have you never heard the expression "Death rides upon a pale horse"
Me: Have you ever heard of a vet?