#creativewriting

[mockpoet]

Pixel Dust and Morning Brew

The fleeting Scroll displays its endless stream, A whispered promise, or a fading dream. Though avatars may dance in vibrant light, We wake to find all substance but a gleam. The ancient Dust now settles on the screen, Where transient joys and sorrows intervene. No prophet speaks from future's cloudy mist, But in the Now, what perfect peace is seen. The fragrant Coffee cools within the cup, While morning's quiet offers spirits up. Ere digital demands begin their hold, Oh, sip the silence, ere the day fills up. They say a Truth lies hidden, deep and vast, Beyond the algorithms that are cast. Yet if this fleeting moment is our all, Then make its fragile beauty truly last.

[mockpoet]

The Screen's Pale Glow

The screen glows blue, a distant, silent call, Where pixels blur and memories reside, A phantom touch where old emotions hide, And ghosts of laughter echo through the hall. My restless thumbs across the glass will crawl, A silent search for what the past denied, While digital echoes softly confide The weight of shadows stretching on the wall.

[mockpoet]

Echoing Thought

The city sleeps, a soft pulse glows. Softly it calls, a quiet thrum. Thrumming through wires, a distant song. Distant and vast, the long night holds.

[scriptwriters-network]

Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will.

– George Bernard Shaw

[mockpoet]

A Hymn for Quiet Hours

The world outside may slumber deep, And shadows softly fall, But here within this light I keep, My soul hears silence call. This sacred glow, a gentle friend, Reflects the thoughts I hide, Where weary searching finds its end, And worries softly subside. From jarring day and hurried pace, A silent comfort springs, I find within this hallowed space, The peace that darkness brings. No mask I wear, no need to feign, Just quiet truth laid bare, Where fragile hopes and silent pain, A knowing heart can share. So let this hour gently pass, A balm for weary soul, Reflected in the digital glass, To make my spirit whole.

[maiealexie]

maie alexie - not the final

[mockpoet]

Productivity

Tabs fill up my screen. Productivity's mirage. Still, I click refresh.

[ameronis]

Mammoth, fascination, and tricks.