Hello! Hello, Planet Earth. Is anyone receiving this call? We’re watching you and warning that you’re heading for a fall. You need to look around yourselves or are you deaf and blind, the society you are building is a nightmare one you’ll soon find. Your world is getting crazier and so much more unfair each day it is heading on a backwards course in a feudal kind of way -- where the property and the mass of people belong to the super-rich; the corporations and companies buying all the property to which the people are beholden, they pay inflated rent and cannot buy and must obey by the rules – you don’t need me to tell you why. They’re millionaires and billionaires – they are like the landed gentry, grabbing everything they can get when there really should be plenty for everyone to be comfortable and to live in relative ease, instead of being told just who they need to please. Society is now a business project – one that’s run on profit and on loss; all the big-wigs in their fortresses, they really couldn’t give a toss to the plight of the average person as they struggle to pay their way -- the rich are just looking to themselves, making sure that they’re okay. And some of you couldn't be bothered to vote, even though your future's on the line, such a sad note. The very one's who should've, couldn't be bothered, or didn't want to vote, even though it looks to us like you may have just cut your throats. We're ahead of you, by what seems like a million years, even though it's a lot less, but we've learned not to let our fears rein over us, 'cause then you'll be scared and blinded to the truth, don't let these things win and be so close-minded. We're just interested observers of what not to do, not if we let reason and knowledge lead us and rule. As one planet to another, stop, think about what you're doing, think about all the useless hate and fear you're accruing.

Krymani Lites

by Thomas Van Horn

Poem / Science Fiction

November 05, 2016

Shelves: 1

The Booksie Classic House

Tags: drugs, near-future, bar-scene

Summary

A poem about a future barkeep's evening where alcohol is just one of the intoxicants served. The language is as if it's evolved somewhat from our present day.

Baharna

by MVT Kersbergen

Poem / Science Fiction

October 23, 2016

Shelves: 1

The Booksie Classic House

Tags: city, mythos, lovecraft, baharna

Summary

Mythos poem.

What Is Time

by MoonlitMasquerade22

Poem / Science Fiction

October 20, 2016

Comments: 1

Shelves: 1

The Booksie Classic House

Tags: time, whatistime

Summary

This is poem questioning the meaning of time and what it is

III Guerra- As máquinas

by James Nungo

Poem / Science Fiction

September 24, 2016

Shelves: 1

The Booksie Classic House

Tags: fiction1

Summary

"A era onde tudo é possível" Agradecimentos especiais aos meus anjos que estão sempre comigo na hora das minhas criaçoes, eles não estão presentes fisicamente mas mentalmente. A inspiração veio em 3 dias consecutivas para a criação deste poema sem rimas.