Artificial Shakespeare
a villanelle for the future
Nothing is real and yet everything is real.
My oxygen is curated from galactic steel.
Living in an ancient intelligent world.
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My fingers are crackling, bone or plastic,
synthetic dopamine, or chemical reaction,
nothing is real and yet everything is real.
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Holographic memories flip of my ancestors
bleeding knees, from scraping alongside wild;
Living in an ancient intelligent world.
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Making love last longer than ever before.
I can archive your thoughts and do much more.
Nothing is real and yet everything is real.
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Take me back to scripture and song,
when fixing the hiccups gave room to go wrong.
Living in an ancient intelligent world.
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Nature soon “extinct to coexist”
leaving behind a counterfeit abyss.
Nothing is real and yet everything is real.
Living in an ancient intelligent world.
About the Creator
Natasha Collazo
**Studying Modern Journalism @ NYU **
Project: The diary of an emo Latina
I get inspired at the mid of night
Stock market by day, howler by night
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Instagram: @sunnycollazo
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Things that are free
Things that are free. A poetic rant. A child’s laughter and expression when they open a gift or see the lights. The magic in their eyes. Wholesome and unaware of absolutely anything at all. Hugging your parents. Being the child yourself, and having no regrets when the Good Lord calls them home. Music that tingles, and jingles your bones. It makes a moment present. Nothing needs to be rushed. Watching a lizard, or a squirrel do it’s thing on your very own property. No need to contribute to your times own robbery. We share this planet with everyday beings like the little silky guy that lives in my mailbox. I have a lizard farm and never think to watch while they stay warm, behind Spectrum and Dukes Energy. Being a remedy, to the person dying, crying or trying. Sitting and reading. Using your eyes, for some don’t have that luxury. To do as little as see, the rigged bark of the trees. Feeling the flow of my brain water dopamine. Or to create and transfer words onto the paper of someone’s heart. Why are we so worried about wrapping presents when you’re overwhelmed from the start, with ‘to do’ lists the size of the sea, that do the opposite of what’s free. A gift is something that is given. And there are so many gifts this Christmas that we cease to receive. Look around you and don’t waste this season, believe in it’s reason. And when Christmas is over don’t wonder why it went so fast missing out, when the present turns into the past, because you simply didn’t choose to be. Tonight I sat by my window and watched raindrops fall from some leaves. And yesterday, a bluebird rubbed against my paper-thin heart because it reminded me of someone who still has a piece of that part.
By Natasha Collazo5 months ago in Poets
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Comments (21)
This is a really lovely poem. Happy to subscribe to your work.
This is incredible. I love the line “nothing is real and yet everything is real” REALLY good work.
Wow! This was intense. You are a true wordsmith NC. So much to read, love this. Congrats on TS.
Love it
Superb verse. Absolutely knock out. What better line than ‘My oxygen is curated from galactic steel’ ? Congrats on the TS
Love it!
Excellent effort! Keep up the superb work—congrats!s
Wonderful piece. Congrats on the TS.
Oh, well done, Natasha, back to say holy nutballs for an impressive Top Story and villanelle!
So glad your villanelle made Top Story!!!
loved it....spot on
Congrats on Top Story! "My oxygen is curated from galactic steel." Amazing line.
Wow, this is crisp! I love this villanelle!! 🫶🏻🙌🏻
Good work Natasha! I can relate to a lot of this.
Wow, this is amazing.
My mind is blown. Your villanelle is amazing. There are so many lines I want to quote, from "galactic steel" to "I can archive your thoughts and do much more" to "leaving behind a counterfeit abyss." Subscribed!
Holy nutballs. lol. this is stunning, Natasha. Bravo. I loved the repesting lines - like Dharr said, so profound! Great work!
Oooo, this was both so profound and thought provoking! Loved your Villanelle!
Natasha, I liked this poem. There's a sense of fear in this that is gripping and keeps the reader reading. Nice!
Ominous and provocative!
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