#dystopia

75 posts
  • mutilated_marionette 24w

    Dystopia

    The neon lights illuminate the streets
    The sidewalks are fragmented sheets
    The signs advertise good times
    The people's lips moving, yet they're silent as mimes
    As rain falls it distorts their visage
    The city of opportunity nothing more than a specious image
    Though it may seem splendid at a glance
    That isn't just happenstance
    It's designed to lure you in
    To entice you with its deceitful grin
    Only some of its denizens know the truth
    Missing are those with any proof
    The citizens are nothing more than cattle
    To be used with indiscretion as if they were chattel
    The city's upper echelon look upon the world from their ivory towers
    Dissimulating their disgust for the world below
    Dawning a masque of perfunctory generosity of which to the commoners they bestow
    ©mutilated_marionette

  • sonu99 27w

    #cg_city_chall,#ceesreposts, #conceptprompt,@luvnotes_challenge_host, #phraseprompt, #challenge, #mirakee, #writersnetwork, #ecotopia, #city, #utopia,#paradise, #dystopia,#imagination, #fantasy, #virtues, #dream, #fiction, #horizon, #illusion, #moment, #perfection, #birth, #heaven, #pacifism, @mirakee,@mirakeeworld,@writersnetwork,@writerstolli,@galvanizedthoughts
    CITY OF ECOTOPIA
    The city we never were
    Like that of the Garden of Eden,the paradise was rare.
    The city of our imagination,
    The dream place of idealisation.

    The city we never were,
    Is in the present moment or nowhere.
    That's our mind's utopian vision,
    "Ou-topos",only a fictional destination.

    The city we never were,
    Is the illusion of a utopian city that we desire.
    The city with perfection,
    May we find that far away near the horizon.

    The city we never were,
    May be existing blurred somewhere.
    There can be the birth of future city of ecotopia,
    With idea of rehabilitation,pacifism,virtue and legitimisation of existence renew.

    The city we never were,
    At present can be unreal and blur.
    But our heavenly city of utopia,
    Will born as ecotopic city or else our fantasy will catastrophise into dystopia.

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    CITY OF ECOTOPIA

    "ou-topos"is a Greek word meaning nowhere or no place.
    ©sonu99
    23/05/2021

  • devilfish 35w

    Moon

    Moon High Melting It's Milky Light Into Night
    The street lights dance with my movement

    Necromancer as I prance congruent with my

     shadow

    Ego shining through my skin after swallowing it's

    Pride in every stride I scan my land with piercing 

    Eyes two that are for looking and one for me to

     see crystal clarity that I maintain 3 in perfectly

    Placed positions in my soul



    Blood 



    And every drop of it until all I have left is my contorted body



    My corpse bitten by my lack of remorse



    Can eat away at me most viciously



    That still wouldn't not stop me 



    I refrain from feeling sorry



    Stay far from me I'm a bomb of empathy 



    Pulsating with it's essence 



    It's presence and it's immensity



    Truth is a weight I can carry 



    Increasing in mass 



    In density 



    Condensing so pleasant 



    Like sugar cane in cake 



    A recipe and an increase of my 



    Power it's so overwhelming I shake



    But I'm built to filter the feeding of hate



    I'll scrape the scraps onto their plate no need



     to contemplate I cannot lose my stoic cape



    I don't share fate that's done 



    I can't place my empathy outside of me 



    I have places to see 



    Family that would miss me



     I'm one of three 



    I seen in every eye



    I see death lick at flesh with a flirtatious flicker 



    Licking at their skin 



    Their screams like tree bark grow thicker their 



    Ungodly grin that reeked of sin



    Before you wish for sunny days 



    Remind yourself of the desert 



    And it's animalistic rage that can only be self



     contained
    ©devilfish

  • anthonymusto 35w

    Supernova

    Moon High Melting It's Milky Light Into Night
    The street lights dance with my movement

    Necromancer as I prance congruent with my

     shadow

    Ego shining through my skin after swallowing it's

    Pride in every stride I scan my land with piercing 

    Eyes two that are for looking and one for me to

     see crystal clarity that I maintain 3 in perfectly

    Placed positions in my soul



    Blood 



    And every drop of it until all I have left is my contorted body



    My corpse bitten by my lack of remorse



    Can eat away at me most viciously



    That still wouldn't not stop me 



    I refrain from feeling sorry



    Stay far from me I'm a bomb of empathy 



    Pulsating with it's essence 



    It's presence and it's immensity



    Truth is a weight I can carry 



    Increasing in mass 



    In density 



    Condensing so pleasant 



    Like sugar cane in cake 



    A recipe and an increase of my 



    Power it's so overwhelming I shake



    But I'm built to filter the feeding of hate



    I'll scrape the scraps onto their plate no need



     to contemplate I cannot lose my stoic cape



    I don't share fate that's done 



    I can't place my empathy outside of me 



    I have places to see 



    Family that would miss me



     I'm one of three 



    I seen in every eye



    I see death lick at flesh with a flirtatious flicker 



    Licking at their skin 



    Their screams like tree bark grow thicker their 



    Ungodly grin that reeked of sin



    Before you wish for sunny days 



    Remind yourself of the desert 



    And it's animalistic rage that can only be self



     contained
    ©anthonymusto

  • artsy_choke 45w

    #dystopia #sci-fi

    It was a night, a serene night that reminded me of the countless nights that had passed before it. Night- the kohl of a tired bride who was just through with her wedding ceremony, the soot off an industrious student’s midnight oil, the ink of a writer’s pen, the curled eyelashes of a blissful baby lost in slumber. A night that looked the same as the several nights that had passed before but opened the gate to man’s darkest thoughts and desires. Night- the harbinger for Man to forget his endless worries for some time at least. As I stood at the edge of the precipice of my life and also my race’s, this act of the Night looking just like its predecessor I was aware was a facade.I guess night succeeded in fooling Man, inducing him into sweet slumber while lulling him to his own death.

    Earth looked strange now-like a seductive mistress looking to poison its own lover. It was sequined with gleaming beauty and it was nearly impossible to tell where the pot of poison lied.

    To be continued...

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    Oblivion

    ©artsy_choke

  • fresh_from_the_artistic_asylum 57w

    @odysseus @ghoulfrost @fadedautumns

    In this barren land, the sun saw hope,
    In this lustful green, the men saw greed,
    In this divine blue, the demons saw fire.
    In this rotten Earth, I see despair.
    Hopeless among the hopeful praying for hope,
    While the hopeful pretend to be messengers of the almighty
    Promising to end the decay of this Earth,
    A decay long foretold,
    An apocalypse long foreseen
    Yet the blackened, bloodied machines plow through the veins of our soil,
    And through the blood of the ancients.
    Those that survived the era of greed,
    Now enter the era of rot.
    The undertaker is now a millionaire,
    With his newest currency of maggot infested corpses.
    The living smell the rotting stench of the dead
    Of thirst & of starvation.
    And they also smell dinner.

    Completely dead yet Half-Alive,
    We are now Earthless,
    Unbound & trapped by our own demons.
    The deeds of yesterday are now the deeds of a time long gone,
    The deeds of yesterday are graveyards of the hopeless
    Where even regrets go to die.
    The sorrow of our creator evaporates into sulphuric fire,
    And rains down as liquid death
    For those who failed to escape this prison
    And for those in suffering, who are too cowardly to end their miserable lives.
    Dystopia is not Satan's work,
    It is merely what he dreams of with every passing eon.
    And it is what I dream of through the blackened, radiated winter.
    As I peacefully watch the best of what remains of our doomed planet.
    A floating haven of death, as the Earthless rise from the undead ground


    #dystopia #earthdecay

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    Rotting Among The Earthless

    ©fresh_from_the_artistic_asylum

  • mirakee_quote_master 68w

    Quote #56

    "Great news!!! Everyone can put away their phony facades they wear every day. Now they all get to wear real masks." ~mirakee_quote_master

  • wiredweirdly 68w

    Redemption

    we are living in a
    cursed world
    where people
    won't bat an aye
    to backstab their friend
    we are just a door away
    from entering that
    dystopian world
    devoid of compassionate feelings
    essence creation nature
    and i pray
    before that time
    the Mother Earth overpower us
    destroy the mankind if they must
    for we are losing all the chances
    to make it up to them
    only the nature
    can lead us to the
    redemption we need.
    ©wiredweirdly

  • adarshnaini 72w

    DYSTOPIA

    The flares that shone forth would never return.
    Living still in oblivion, nothing ever we learn.
    The air that I find so hard to breathe.
    Eyes smoked and burnt that I can't even see,
    Where it all went wrong,
    so wrong that it's so hard to mend.
    Does it even hurt you at all,
    Looking at the brink of the end?
    The end that the same flares would bring in.
    The end that'll leave the world sinking.

  • splendiferous 82w

    Everyone wears masks. They all want to belong.



    Four year old Lia will start her school. She got her first mask. Her verdant eyes bulged with anticipation as she held the piece that will obfuscate her petite face from then on.


    //"Little girl, little girl - what are you doing?"
    "I'm washing."
    "Why are you washing the mask?"
    "If Im not clean, mama said they won't talk to me."
    "Then why is the marker here for?"
    "To draw a cute little smile!"//

    “Hide away, hide away
    It's a game we all play
    Don't show them, don't show them
    If you do - shame! shame!”

    Lia is in middle school. No one ever got a glimpse of those verdant eyes that were once present. All they saw was a cute little smile.

    //"Girl! Hey, girl, what are you doing?"
    "Sewing this permanent smile so they can't see."
    "Why?"
    "Because or else they won't like me."//

    "It will never end, never end
    Lavished in redolent
    They play the charade
    With a mask for an endless masquerade."

    Lia is in highschool now. She always smiles. Oh - darling she is such a sweet young girl - with a sweet little smile, what woes could she ever have?


    //Young girl, young girl what are you doing?
    "Decorating the mask so it looks alluring"
    "Why?"
    So they will all like me//

    "Masked in flowers and sunshine
    So beautiful and so refined
    Life is an utter tragedy
    Will anyone ever be happy?"


    Lia is now standing upon the rooftop.
    No masks to obscure her face, her eyes that were once so ardent. There wasn't any excitement - no happiness.

    In her hand she held - the mask so battered.
    The sewing of the smile got loose. The decoration became pallid. The mask looked broken.


    //Young girl, young girl what are you doing?
    "The mask came off. I can't do it anymore."
    "Why?"
    "It won't fit anymore. It broke. They will never like me.//

    - Another life flows away -
    Thanks to the tragic play,
    Drowning in tragedy
    Whimsical mask cracks through honesty -


    //"Little girl, little girl - who do you want to be?"
    "Like a bird - I always wanna be free!"//




    ---
    Hello hi - is it bad?
    This was actually inspired by a YouTube video - "being pretty" - and it's really different from my story but I got the idea about everyone is wearing a mask from there - other than that - everything was a speculation in my part about how we are told to behave in a certain way from a very young age. - so thus this piece got created.

    #mask#hide#freedom#dystopia#society#prejudice

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    Everyone Wears Masks

    Another life flows away -
    Thanks to the tragic play,
    Drowning in tragedy
    Whimsical mask cracks through honesty -



    ©splendiferous

  • abhii_nav 83w

    Animals as Leaders

    Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof “
    Hon. Minister “Did they really asked for the proof?
    We are dogs, not human to commit a goof”
    “I hope this is not about human living under my roof”

    The elephants as army, lions as their leader
    Cheetah as an athlete, crow as a reader
    Sharks as navy, Eagles as air force
    Lions marched, tigers sat, hurriedly came horse

    The chamber of ministers sat down in a hall
    A secret agenda that shall not be heard behind the wall
    President Cat,” Are the rumors true ?”
    “Have you all been hoarding humans that you knew”

    Hon. Dog “i am guilty of my crime”
    Truth will be spoken within a matter of time
    Humans, that loved me, provided me the food
    We can’t see them starve, that would be rude

    To the time they cuddled with me
    Le us jump, let us be happy,
    We all have to agree
    They were the smart ones, had all the powers
    For what they gave us, we thought it is time of ours

    “Enough of the crap,” Mr dog
    Looks like your brain is full of fog
    Screamed, Gen sec Hon. Cow from behind
    Let me take us back, let us rewind

    My ancestors whose breasts were made huge
    Hon Dog, what about you when you were just a stooge
    What about the fun hunting for tigers
    For rhinos, for deer, we don’t believe in minors

    “Animals as Leaders” here we represent all of us
    Insects, fishes, birds, We are here to discuss
    Get hold of yourself, we are here for something tough
    Agreement for the good, although its a little rough
    ©abhii_nav

  • thebhavnasaxena 83w

    Dystopian Child

    Child of dystopia,
    Born of darkness
    And of secrets left
    Buried in coffins,
    She walks into the
    Arms of the night,
    Her lips dark,
    Ghosts of pasts
    Unlived, of bonds
    Unloved, lurking in
    Her eyes, her arms outstretched
    Her gait faltering and oh,
    Her senses scattered
    Like ashes in the wind
    That howls outside her door;
    She can hear silence
    Sing as she dances with her
    Own shadow under the flickering
    Light of the broken lamp by
    Her window;
    When is a good time for gloom?
    Why do angels cry?
    Why does it seem like a lullaby?
    Why do we dream of doom,
    And still cling to it?
    What fate awaits the girl
    Who grows to love the
    Monster that gnaws at
    Her spirit?
    ©thebhavnasaxena

  • _matrix 86w

    The pit

    The gory prison
    Stacked cells
    One above the other
    Above the other

    Home to the meek
    Ferocious
    And those in between
    An abode for all men

    Of man, there are only three
    Those above
    Those below
    And those who fell

    As dusk changes to dawn
    So shall each man change abode
    A time to rise above
    A time to fall below

    As mana from heaven
    So does their nourishment come
    For those above to feast and
    Decide the fate of those below

    As those above look down in disdain
    Those below look up with contempt
    One scheming against the other
    As they continue to live in a kakotopia


    ©_matrix

  • splendiferous 86w

    #oneday#they#say#a#day#will#come#dissonance#world#utopia#dystopia#happiness


    ❝One day they say, the wind will come and take you away to the place you belong.❞

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    One More Day

    The opulent world once envisioned as heaven
    Now seemed like a desolated prison
    Ubiquitous, the souls have woven
    A reticulated unreality; a fruitless vision.
    Air of dissonance encased the surrounding
    As the broken hearts keep on resounding
    The mantra, the song; of the felicitous day
    That will arrive, that will come one day
    Through the wind, the world will sway
    That is the day, it will take us away.



    ©splendiferous

  • jophin 88w

    This is sci-fi poetry describing life in a dystopian world where memories of the past human life haunt inside the cyborg body.

    Cyborg Shell
    •°•°•°°•••••°•°•°°°°°•••••••
    beep.. beep.. My sensor says,
    "few units only" is what it says,
    quick battery recharge is what counts now,
    juice to stay alive is important now,
    inching closer I moved towards my bay,
    in the corner is my coffin-like bay,
    this is the part I mostly hate,
    staying idle to recover makes it hate,

    feep.. feep.. My sensor says,
    "charging tender connected" is what it says,
    only dreams are now being played,
    frame by frame of good days played,
    body in the flesh that nature blessed,
    lost to dystopia days that destiny blessed,
    this is what it hurts in a metallic shell,
    with memories that haunt in a cyborg shell.
    •°•°•°°•••••°•°•°°°°°•••••••
    ©jophinkulangara 22Mar2020

    #time #pod #writersnetwork #mirakee #readwriteunite #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite#cyborg
    #scifipoetry #dystopian #dystopia #jophinkulangara

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    Cyborg Shell

    •°•°•°°•••••°•°•°°°°°•••••••
    beep.. beep.. My sensor says,
    "few units only" is what it says,
    quick battery recharge is what counts now,
    juice to stay alive is important now,
    inching closer I moved towards my bay,
    in the corner is my coffin-like bay,
    this is the part I mostly hate,
    staying idle to recover makes it hate,

    feep.. feep.. My sensor says,
    "charging tender connected" is what it says,
    only dreams are now being played,
    frame by frame of good days played,
    body in the flesh that nature blessed,
    lost to dystopia days that destiny blessed,
    this is what it hurts in a metallic shell,
    with memories that haunt in a cyborg shell.
    •°•°•°°•••••°•°•°°°°°•••••••
    ©jophinkulangara 22Mar2020

  • im_falcon 90w

    Hate is Love

    The Hate is not hate.
    Calling the Hate hate is hate.
    Hating the hate is hate.
    If you hate the Hate,you're guilty of inciting hate.
    Hate is love.
    ©im_falcon

  • kevinosullivan 91w

    Art Privation

    Gone is all gilded, ornate and aesthetic
    Canvases lack pigment, pale and ascetic
    Studios long shuttered, sterility reclaimed
    Civil silence is lawful, austerity unframed
    Create and be jailed, tortured or worse
    Artistic expression, forbidden and cursed
    Damned are the wells where art flowed free
    A desert of creative drought dried within me

    ©kevinosullivan

  • yusuph_oria 102w

    ©yusuph_oria

  • mariahrue 103w

    The Twisted Genie

    A dream is a wish your heart makes when you are asleep.
    We often find ourselves wishing that our wishes came true.
    But that's when you need to STOP for a moment and think because sometimes, "The very thing you wish for might be the worst that could happen."

    "A DYSTOPIAN NIGHTMARE"
    So... BEWARE.
    ©mariahrue

  • malemsahib 108w

    Black mirror

    Mirror mirror on the wall -
    What's the highest rated movie
    of them all?

    Mirror mirror on the table -
    What should I wear tomorrow?
    Give me a trendy label.

    Mirror mirror in my hand -
    How did you enslave
    So many in the land?

    ©malemsahib