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What do nomads have in common with graffiti artists, hackers and electronic music DJs? What does your clothes have to do with the balance of political power.  If you answered, "The Apocalypse!" you'd be correct. 

The Digital Nomad Manifesto is a poem as much as a call to advance culture through kindness. Our technology is shifting, from written word to image-driven touch screens, and the shift in communications is changing our brains, the organization of our society.  

The (R)evolution is inside us, and it is growing with every click and drag.All Rights Reserved

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RIVULETS OF THOUGHTS - Cascading emotions by HarishVaid

I am a Poet, surfing the rainbows... Squandering the few surviving winks in my dreamy eyes. I, a well accompanied loner, saunter amidst the fireflies. Like a wandering dream, my restless mind meanders, "Will the same butterflies return to the flower?" It wonders. I am the thief who thieved the fire, to set the ideas ablaze, I stole the rains too, I had to flood the despondent deserts. But Metaphors I'd just borrow, they would never be mine. Metaphors can't be tamed, they belong to poetry, not poets. I roam unescorted and unaccompanied. I'm just exploring. Whilst, really there is nothing to find. "Sshh!" There is everything to find... Yet I roam... As a Poet. I roam. The wilderness, of the mind, the canyons of consciousness. -Harish Vaid harishvaid1986@gmail.com A collection of Poems, of the unusual sort. Read along for poems ranging from Love to Life, General to Abstract, Random to Insane. Intended to be an ongoing series. "Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." -Leonardo Da Vinci Love all... Love you all. "Amor Vincent Omnia"

EPIPHANY by meditatingineden

"I'm desperately trying to heal myself." •. •. •. •. •. I strongly believe art isn't supposed to be pretty, or liked and understood by the masses. Art is supposed to make you uncomfortable, it's supposed to boggle your mind and touch your heart. And this is what I've done. Most of my words aren't pretty. They are the real ugly truths about the things and people around me. The factors that make me who I am. This is a bringing together of the most intimate tragedies and beauties I've discovered in my mind. A Complication of Poetry. © 2018meditatingineden •Highest Rank• #21 in memoir #60 in growth #22 in contemporary #37 In hidden treasures

watercolor thoughts [completed] by lookforthatlight

poetry by a painter who now paints her art in words "we tread too loudly, too violently on our earth. we smear our dark, ugly night all over the canvas and call it art." #80 in poetry [12/22/16] | © 2016 lookforthatlight

Praise Be by Lord_Msx

Warning!!, This work is not suitable for all audiences, especially sensitive people. It deals with dark themes of adolescence and the work contains a lot of humor in a sexual sense that can be interpreted in a negative way. Topics such as suicide, depression and other aspects will be discussed, in addition to having lgtbiq+ elements. If you still want to continue with the work, then go ahead and enjoy it ...... .... .. Who are you or what are you? Why have you appeared in a new world? What happened to your memories? Now you are a teacher of 10 students, in a strange city, but is this world what you imagine? It is real? No, this world was made for you, and only one of them knows the truth about you. Be happy, Praise Be ̶G̶o̶d̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶d̶e̶a̶d̶

Gathered on This Beach: Poems & Perspectives for a Converging World by Ademc77

a student's writings, inspired by nature and science, and accumulated throughout the early days of the Internet, these writings explore expectations for the expressive 'convergence' to come. (revised edition 2014, with some alterations) ALT. BLURB: 'A one-off collection of early poetry from an artist and musician inspired amidst the rise of the internet; by possibilities for communication in the future. It blends a personal need for understanding with the implications of control for this more connected future, amid general submission to the eternal forces of nature and evolution.' 'Having grown up with the growth of the Web and computers, fascinated like most by these new elements of control and communication, I began to think about the spiritual implications - mixed together with a personal struggle for expression at the time - for all our souls within a system of nature. Later on these speculations were gathered together, and some of these 'results' question identity and highlight the limitations in our lives prior to this projected 'convergence', in the future. I feel there is scope for continual speculation, to aid us in our relationship with communication and computer technology.'

A Work of Art by Seren_ica

The advent of cybernetic technology has not been kind to 2400s America. While other countries have thrived, America has plummeted. The thin veneer of order and equality has been disposed of; the current rule of the land is survival of the richest. Everything is commercialized, be it gender identity, legal repercussions, or what cyber implants you have under your skin. Being able to survive in America as one of the countless many laborers is an art form. And Reikas would dub himself an auteur. Reikas is a young man with dreams and an ego large enough to fill in the gaps his inexperience leaves. He seeks to stake his claim in the one place The Man can not censor; public property graffiti. The climb to the top isn't the safest, however. As he ventures into the world, he must take a look at his friends and himself and ask: What would you sacrifice to achieve your goals? (hi this is my first story c: I have no idea what I'm doing, this is mostly just me writing for fun. Some chapters have smut. Have fun and please tell me you like it I need validation please)

Earth Poetry by AntoninosNatalis

I'm a dilittante poet, as you will plainly see. But I'm versed in the language of science, and I'm alarmed by what I see. Yes, planet Earth is in peril, and the day of reckoning is near. So, I have turned to poetry, to share with you what I see, from the backdrop of my science degree. ENJOY!!!

Symptoms by onerepublic8

Poetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.

𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 by bliss_incarnate

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝑨𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. Fanyin's life was already complicated, but nothing could have prepared her for the ultimate plot twist: being thrown into alternate worlds by a system with a bee mascot. The catch? She has to complete tasks to get back home. But every world has a familiar face-his face-different bodies, same magnetic presence, pulling her in despite her best efforts to stay detached. With every mission, Fanyin fights to keep her walls up, but piece by piece, she's falling for the soul inhabiting these different men. Sexy, hilarious, and brimming with chemistry, Fanyin's journey isn't just about the worlds she's thrown into. Who is behind the system, and what grand design is forcing her to complete these quests? Is there a deeper truth she's being led to discover, or is it all part of a cosmic game? Get ready for a wild ride full of steamy moments, laugh-out-loud banter, and the question of whether love truly transcends worlds. ... 𝑩𝒆𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑨𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔 Fanyin was minding her own business-until a sassy bee system threw her into alternate realities with one goal: complete the missions or never make it home. Easy, right? Not when every world comes with a man who's too familiar. Different face, same vibes, and definitely too hot to ignore. She's here to get in, do the job, and get out. But something about him keeps pulling her back in every world. Is it just coincidence, or is there a deeper reason behind these encounters? With snark, steam, and sparks flying, Fanyin must figure out the game-before her heart loses control. Why her? Why him? And who's really pulling the strings? There's more at play than she thinks, and the answers might be closer than she realizes... The cover image is sourced from Pinterest. All rights belong to the original creator. Unfortunately, I was unable to find their @ to credit them properly

Future Me, Are You Listening? by angelina_gut

Ever wonder if anyone else was as confused about life as you? Welcome to my collection of existential crises wrapped in 21 chapters of insights! In this collection of insightful reflections, I'll answer everything from 'What is success?' to 'How do I truly belong somewhere?' Perfect for anyone who's ever felt lost in the maze of life or just wants to feel better about their own existential crises. (P.S. The cover art is created by yours truly!)

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RIVULETS OF THOUGHTS - Cascading emotions

I am a Poet, surfing the rainbows... Squandering the few surviving winks in my dreamy eyes. I, a well accompanied loner, saunter amidst the fireflies. Like a wandering dream, my restless mind meanders, "Will the same butterflies return to the flower?" It wonders. I am the thief who thieved the fire, to set the ideas ablaze, I stole the rains too, I had to flood the despondent deserts. But Metaphors I'd just borrow, they would never be mine. Metaphors can't be tamed, they belong to poetry, not poets. I roam unescorted and unaccompanied. I'm just exploring. Whilst, really there is nothing to find. "Sshh!" There is everything to find... Yet I roam... As a Poet. I roam. The wilderness, of the mind, the canyons of consciousness. -Harish Vaid harishvaid1986@gmail.com A collection of Poems, of the unusual sort. Read along for poems ranging from Love to Life, General to Abstract, Random to Insane. Intended to be an ongoing series. "Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." -Leonardo Da Vinci Love all... Love you all. "Amor Vincent Omnia"