Drawn into a fake reality
Inventing a whole new personality
Striving to achieve perfection
Trapped in the allure of constant connection
Riding the waves of social validation
As I keep scrolling time slips away
Captured by the filters, a never-ending play
Trading authenticity for likes and trends
Immersed in a digital charade
Obsessed with the image we've carefully made
Navigating through a digital haze, I slowly fade.
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Morgan
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Apple
I'll pick up an apple off the ground; with time I can turn it into vinegar. Sweetly smelling and pungent, sugars broken down—ready to aid my daily life, but there are some things it won't be able to fix. Though the process of making something new, waiting for the fermentation to finish, patience through the journey to take care of something that I will bottle with my own hands, is enough to make it seem like everything is where it needs to be. Control is something I gain—simply by picking up an apple before the worms get to it first.
By Andi Leigh5 days ago in Poets
The Longest Minute
A minute. Sixty seconds to say goodbye. That’s all the time that I had left with him as the needle slid into his leg. I stared into his drooping eyes, looked at the blood-tainted saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. They said that this was the best thing that we could do for him, a last kind act for a best friend…but if that were the case, then why did my heart feel so heavy?
By Stephanie Hoogstad6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
really good - feel this way all the time