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Congratulations for winning 1st Place during the April 2022 round of [Link To Item #2268646] !](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-G_Specials-2271325_14.gif) When I'm Depressed As a band of brothers, born connected in factory, his tedious blade cut apart our unity as we laid. We harnessed power as a grid, so near, yet far in cool, dark days, boxed, undelivered -- perfect until thin Styrofoam slid from surface, captured. We connected to a new grid, electrified, explored by tender, sweaty hands fumbling in eerie glow. A cherub, illuminated an insurgent, prying, plying into portals that employed renewed rebels digitally. In a storm room, pain and suffering, she was consumed. A nation of brothers under palm were her depressed. Notes played, in tunnels to realms she sought coexist, not careful, stained and crumbed a depressed land. Her agony growing, not a symphony, composing anthems about identity, when in finality was a man. Words never spoken in his room to worried parents, he employed us. Multi-dimensional worlds collided, broke apart. Keystrokes ever changing, erasing, returned a dark heart's song that depressed us again and again. Struck in agony, virtually, in this tunnel nearing victory. Uniform with the one, we warred with other nations, fought a battle of good versus evil. Our keys struck harmony, melody for those who could see our deployed need. In the real world, she is he. In this multi-verse, now undivided, we can coexist with a world of depressed. Stoic, rigidly we transitioned mutually, respectfully. Solemn nights alone, beneath those sweaty hands, tender now. Peace restored in his land of confusion. A band of troubadours sing in key, for the heart true in identity; contextually, characters coexist with one. 4.15.22 30 lines, free verse
APRIL 2022 Prompt Object: COMPUTER KEYBOARD Keyboards are molds cut apart by hand to expose molded keys, tightly pressed back together after being socketed to corresponding switches. Idea is keyboard thinks itself a nation with keys that are depressed (double meaning) by the user composing sad anthems this nation of keyboard helps express. idea and concept…gender dysphoria leads to transgenderism in transformative poem? A sad and lonely process where the keyboard is empathetic, helps unify the young cherub in transformation to find friends, help, support and true identity in process. Hard to personify a keyboard without sounding silly. |
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