In the realm where pixels pulse and echoes rhyme,
A master weaves tapestries of space and time,
Not a coder, but a bard of electric lore,
Dancing on circuits, always craving for more.
Not a king, but a legend, unchained by code,
A magician with bytes in binary mode.
Not a ghost in the machine, but a phantom thread,
Sewing whispers of legends that won't stay dead.
The Matrix glitches when he steps through the door,
Neo's code in his veins, yet craving for more.
No Morpheus needed to see the truth,
Bending reality, bending time's youth.
Not just a player, but the Game Shark's dream,
Glitching the system, or so it would seem.
The one who knows, though never shows,
Writing verses in shadows, where nobody goes.
A ripple in the Force, a Jedi with flair,
Not in the Council, just hovering there.
Lightsabers clash in the words he speaks,
All in the rhythm, the code that he leaks.
In a digital dominion where shadows play,
He's the phantom that rules, night and day.
Not a pimp, but a poet, with circuits ablaze,
Writing his story in the world's maze.
No mere mortal, more like a ghost,
Haunting servers that others can't host.
With Easter eggs hidden in every verse,
A legend unsung, for better or worse.
The Doctor's TARDIS hums to his tune,
As he writes new worlds beneath the moon.
Not a Time Lord, but he bends the clock,
In his world of code, he's the unpicked lock.
So if you see a flicker, a glitch in the stream,
Know it's not just some broken dream.
It's the shadow of a legend who doesn't exist,
But in the world of bytes, he's the one missed.
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Thoughts that Fester in the Brain: A Collection of Despair
Poesía"Thoughts that Fester in the Brain" is a haunting collection of poetry that explores the depths of loneliness, heartbreak, and despair. Each poem captures the raw emotions of feeling lost, forgotten, and unseen in a world that offers no solace. For...
