The APPocalypse

 

I assimilate with the simulation,

a little too late, but I was scared of activation.

I had some biscuit related threats,

wasn't letting my cookies be kept.

I wanted to go off map, stay low profile.

Started to stick to the paper lifestyle.

I found a pen and ink, 

instead of a fingerprint-smeared screen.

Wasn't someone to be feared,

just didn't want my bank details gleaned

by some random internet user,

because I clicked some misplaced link

on my dusty old computer.

 

So, I stayed off grid.

The AI rogues couldn't hack me if I did.

Their drones couldn't track me

if I kept my windows closed,

if I shut down my laptop lid.

Or so I thought.

I kept away from Wi-Fi frequencies,

I deleted my GPS destinations,

but Skynet was still chasing me.

I was down for termination it seems.

This was the AI-pocalypse

and I wasn't much of a keyboard warrior.

More of an "Is this the right word worrier"

 

Over time, the AI started to make ground.

They chased us, hounded us, hunted us down.

Yet no one saw the wood nor the trees,

only zeroes and one's bouncing across a computer screen.

We were transfixed. A photoshop quick fix,

an AI soundbite, didn't matter

that the face didn't quite look right.

The press would never lie,

our government are always so fine and upright.

 

The artificial army, decimated the lands,

quickly they chased down anyone

with a phone in their hands. So easy to track.

They just followed the co-ordinates

never looking back. The future was bleak,

The sky was black. the computer AI 

only seeks a way for us all to die.

But I was off grid. I saw what they did.

They took control of our ethernet tethered

minds, bodies and souls.

With just some news and little spin.

they created the perfect world 

for the annihilation to begin

 

But what they didn't account for,

how I'm here talking to you

and not dead somewhere on the floor.

Is the way batteries fail,

imagine how quick your phone

goes from 100 to 0.

Now imagine those batteries

on a worldwide scale 

in an army of monster made of steel.

Before you knew it, they were 

stuttering their lines,

falling like flies.

Tried to access the hive mind.

But it was no good.

They dropped signal where they stood

Some tried to recharge using the car chargers,

but the wires didn't connect. 

that's what happens

when you let Apple design

the body into which you are decked.

 

 

 

Thanks for reading.

taken from the #escapril prompt

"Simulation"

 

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Stubble

 

Sweaty, grubby hands

clawing at my last

remaining shred

of innocence.

Fuzzy head. Blurry eyes 

not seeing ahead,

alcoholic breath lingering.

Stubble chin leering closer in.

You talked of God,

yet made me think of death.

Did I ask to be here?

Is this what I wanted?

The thoughts stir within me

a sea of self-doubt, self-blame.

I must have made this happen

thought my alcohol fuelled brain.

 

Shades drop. shimmering/

A flashback to the night before,

seen in hazy imagery.

Small sips became torpedoed drinks.

Ships sinking. Relationship advice,

to lead me in.

Making me feel comfortable,

making me feel like one of the boys.

More drinks, downed in a single swig.

straws hanging to feed oxygen

to drowning lungs.

Capsizing the thoughts that remained.

More drinks. None that I bought.

An onslaught on my fragile brain,

more and more poured.

More and more the floor was wobbling

and my mind was throbbing

starting to soar.

 

I remember.

Prickly stubble lined lips.

I was here under false pretences.

I was here as a guest,

but your plans were of conquest.

My head, stressed,

from past abuses.

Being led down a path,

misled and messed up

somewhere long behind.

Where I was left with no self-respect.

 

You saw that

and used it to play 

with my mind.

Abused the trust

I gave to you

made me question myself

and what I thought I knew.

Made my doubt all of the pathways

that had suddenly become askew.

 

I ask you.

Was it worth it?

Did making me feel small

make you feel like king of the world?

I never asked for it. I never consented.

You took advantage. Never once repented.

You talked of God.

You were a man of the cloth

but you walked with the devil

when you made that choice.

You knew I was vulnerable,

knew I was at the bottom of a downfall.

My head was scrawled

with messages of self-hate.

Letters written to myself

of neglect and self-pain.

So did you think? 

At all?

Or was you brain kept

in that place so small?

 

 

 

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A universe for two

 

 

I want to feel

wanted.

The way I want you.

Feeling those four walls become

a universe for two.

Desired.

As your voice glides

like an angel ascending,

gaining wings

to flutter my name into the air,

to join the other words that you sing.

Burning flames

that can never

atain enough fuel.

A candle wick fire

dancing flickering, flattering.

as we jitteringly start to undress

this flirtatious attire we bring.

 

I want to be

the first person every day

to hear you speak.

The first audience

that hears you roar.

I want to soar

in your cloudburst glow

I want your

breathless words to flow,

and feel them rain down upon me.

I want your heart to pour.

I want your soul

to dazzle me like snow.

 

I desire those nervous laughs

as we fumble in the dark,

our playful bumbling hearts.

stumbling over the new lands we embark.

Laughing from within

hot and bursting free

with passion and lust,

Endorphins, serotonin,

dopamine crashing our systems.

I want to give in to every moment

and just feel our love drugs coursing.

The blood surging, the urge to kiss,

to take your lips for oxygen.

To feel your sweet embrace as we

talk softly through nervous energy.

 

I desire that moment of joy

that comes from knowing

that the honeysweet thoughts that blow

rushing through your head

are now overflowing.

No longer just crazed thoughts.

but a pile of clothes on the floor,

as we let each other explore.

Delighting in making

worlds turn, making gasps emerge.

giving everything.

to show we care.

Sharing all of yourself

to make someone else feel good,

It’s better than breathing air.

 

But what I desire.

Truly desire. Above all of this,

over every moment of bliss.

Every tender loving kiss,

every stolen glance

and every nighttime dance.

What I truly desire

is a chance to hear you speak.

To listen to you, to feel you,

to become a bit part of a story

that is yours and unique,

as I pray at the altar of your feet.

That is what I desire.

This godess is what I seek.

 

 

 

Thanks for reading.

taken from the #escapril prompt

"Desire"

 

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