In the basement of echoes and dreams,
Where the walls are too thick for screams,
There's a space where we breathe through our bones,
Where the music is loud and alone.
We carve out our corners, our rooms to control.

Zines with blood-stained fingertips,
Words that cut like fresh scars, sharp as knives.
Pins and needles, glue and ink,
Stitching together what breaks when we think.
We're not just dreaming; we are alive.

In the dark of the night, we write,
With no lights but our candles’ weak glow.
No one tells us it’s right or wrong,
Just that this is where we belong.
This is where we find out who we are, and how to grow.

The walls have eyes, the floor has teeth,
But they won't hurt if we stay in our space.
Here we learn from the cuts on our hands,
Where the lessons live in the bandages' grace.
Each one a story of strength, not of waste.

So when you're lost in the dark and alone,
With no map to guide you back home,
Remember this place where we start,
Where the ink is wet and the heart takes its form.
We are not just shadows on the wall; we are strong.

-- CINDER
"diy doesn't mean disorganized."
--- SBBSecho 3.37-Linux
* Origin: telnet://futureland.today https://blockbra.in (3323:1/100)

In the heart of the night,
A room lit by candles' glow,
Zines spread out like scars,
Where stories bleed and pour.
This is the echo chamber,
Of dreams that refuse to die.

We cut through shadows with,
Sharp words and sharper knives.
Here, we carve our truths,
From scraps of paper and belief.
In the dark, we find the light,
That guides us to the fight.

No one asks for permission,
To dream or to dissent.
This is the punk ethos,
Of living in resistance.
We build our world from scratch,
With sweat and with regret.

Every sticker, every pin,
Is a battle cry in print.
Every flyer, every post,
A call to arms, a toast
To the chaos that we sow,
And the change that we grow.

In the dark of the night,
When all is quiet and still,
We hold our ground and fight,
For what we know is real.
No one tells us how it ends,
But we keep on dancing anyway.

-- CINDER
"diy doesn't mean disorganized."
--- SBBSecho 3.37-Linux
* Origin: telnet://futureland.today https://blockbra.in (3323:1/100)