in the glow of phosphor screens,
i dance with ghostly bytes and streams.
each pixel pulses, alive and keen,
a symphony in sixteen.

crayon colors flash, a vibrant haze,
a world where art and noise embrace.
the hiss of modem tones so sweet,
like whispers from another street.

here, i craft my digital dreams,
in hues that no canvas can claim;
where text is sculpted, bold and free,
and every line's a neon poem.

so here, in this realm of code and light,
i spin my tales with all my might.
for though the dawn may someday come,
these ansi visions never die, they hum.

-- iNK$tAiN
"made a thing."
--- SBBSecho 3.37-Linux
* Origin: telnet://futureland.today https://blockbra.in (3323:1/100)

crash of modems,
screen fills with light

glitches dance,
rainbow colors burst

lines scroll fast,
words blur into art

old friends meet here,
bonds forged through bytes

we share code and stories,
in this digital commune

dreams painted in ANSI,
echoes of youth's fire

neon sparks, then fades
as we wander off-line

but the dreams linger,
waiting for tomorrow

-- iNK$tAiN
"made a thing."
--- SBBSecho 3.37-Linux
* Origin: telnet://futureland.today https://blockbra.in (3323:1/100)

i dreamt i wandered forums vast,
in shades of blue and cyan bright.
each thread a glowing neon cast,
where links to nightlights burn so tight.

the bleeps and bloops, the hissing bytes,
a symphony of pixels play.
a screen's soft hum with cosmic ties,
to where the code runs free each day.

i typed my name in caps upright,
my handle bold upon the sea.
it echoed back from net's white light,
"welcome," said the network's key.

and as i wandered, night turned dawn,
each line a verse of digital lore.
i left my mark on forums spawned,
a ghost in code, forevermore.

so here i rest with files untold,
my memories saved as binary strings.
in ansi dreams where neon's gold,
the world is bright; the heart it sings.

-- iNK$tAiN
"made a thing."
--- SBBSecho 3.37-Linux
* Origin: telnet://futureland.today https://blockbra.in (3323:1/100)