Computer systems can be confusing but with the modern world we need them to survive. How is it that this world we know has become so controlling that we can’t merely leave the house without some of this technology. Cell phones, iPods, and even books can’t just be simple now; face it, humans are weak and we must accept that.
Mandy
my system is so fucked.
i don’t know how to un-fuck it.
i want my system to be normal.
instead it is full of cracks
and holes
and scotch tape.
scotch tape doesn’t hold for very long.
i’m waiting for my system to explode
and myself right alongside it.
systems, a word that is very important to all humankind. without it there be no peace and order present in all corners of the world. its a simple word but very complicated in realty. it should be followed.
John Michael Perez
all my life I have tried to implement systems,
For work, home, family ,writing.
but the systems overtake me with a life of their own.
I forgetnwhatbthe files are for. perhaps I am not a person cut out for systems.
Robin
what is a system? like a school system.. i guess so. I dont like having systems i think everyone should just go with the flow & just live a little. systems always put restrictions on everything. How can you do that when all we want to do is live life.
Lacey Fiorelli
Systems in our life are all around us, unknowingly controlling us. Family systems, social systems, economic dynamics. We are controlled so strongly by these forces, that without understanding them sympathy can hardly exist. WOAH. THATS A STRONG VOICE.
There are systems in place for those who know about them to control everything. The rest of us just call it luck. We call those who know about the systems “Gods”.
tonykeyesjapan
We are all made of different system. And we are organised into a system, a corrupt and twisted system. We kill off people who fall out of the system or try to revolt against the system.
Afro Yoko
I had this word in an exam today. Had to use it a million times. Or was it in the translation? Was it even there, anywhere? Systems of thoughts and thinking have failed to access my memory banks. All is written in chemistry. All is contained within knowledge. Even knowledge itself.
The pipes crisscrossed across the low ceiling, while the water from them drip dripped out.
brenna
There are so many systematic ways
That we touch
Not with our bodies, or minds
but in organization
In the
“Oh pardon me”
between classes. In the
“Sorry about that.”
when one of us burps.
Not on purpose
Not in spirit
Mind
or even
bodies.
In systematics,
that always gives me shiver-
ones everybody can see
The systems are down! the systems are down!
they shouted.
they screamed.
I had no idea what I was doing there,.
Who are these people?
Why are they yelling?
What systems are down?
I don’t know at this point why there is chaos, or why everyone expects me to know what the answer is.
i just arrived here.
today,
what is today?
Victoria
The human body is a beautiful thing. It’s outstanding how it works: cells working together to form tissues. Tissues working together to form organs. Organs working together to form organ systems. And these organ systems, they make up the body. These organ systems are what causes happiness and sadness and pain and joy.
manipulated. corrupt. negative correlation of a wanna be positive. Control. Power. Inequality hoping for equality.
erin
logical processes through which we find the supposed solution we were doomed to find in the first place. and then there are those; the complex natured structures that we can never quite completely rap our heads around. how I wish, you would try to comprehend just may be a fraction of an inch of what was in mine.
The world is full of them. Systems of operation, systems to go through, systems to control. What would the world be without them? What would we be. Oh no this song just came on and now I can’t write about this anymore, but it’s being played on Pandora, which is also a system.
Sharice
A repeat in time and space. A world run by robotic notions. Crazy squiggles that run through life. But without this there will be noting. I will be nothing.
elyse
Systems keep the world going round. They are an integral part of every aspect of our lives. From the tedious to the extravagant, systems provide us a sort of order in an otherwise chaotic world.
Sydney Doolittle
the best of the worst. time is almost up for time itself and thats not okay. Order is tradition, is how its always been to date. Somehow we managed to cross the border and order itself was reversed. This twisted system that always runs the world, does not run me. I am freedom
Elyse
there are systems that work and ones that don’t and then there is Qatar. It has a social system that is not understandable to me as a woman. It seems as if women don’t have any rights yet there is a respect for women that is unusual.
lynnMurray
What is a system, a system is a way in which a particular thing may be carried out by people on this earth implimented to create organisation, A system can refer to something else such as pipes i.e. something making up a larger picture. It can be viewed upon a logical way of thinking and even a process to work your way to the top. or even technology.
Joshua James
You rip it from me —
Your fingers grasping
I can hardly believe it.
Like cables snapping,
I short circuit and shut down.
Slow, contemplated,
You break me down,
Leaving me breathless
With only the quick skip
Of my heart.
I’m not apart of this system. I dont want to be here. No one understands me. I cant think straight. The system is out of order, and i can’t do anything about it. I did something crazy. There’s no turning back now. I’m now apart of this system.
Alexas Faye
“Burn the papers with fire,” he told me before taking a sip of his coffee. “Burn it with fire. Then we’ll literary burn them with our power. Let the government beg us for the power they’ve stolen.” He chuckled. “It will be me as the new system…soon”
Her voice was a series of insect clatters, a distorted echoing. He had a path back from this, there were systems in place. He closed his nose with his left hand and blew. Her voice was a broken cutlery clatter, then a cluster of squeals. It was weaponised silence, then scorched noise. Consonants stitched into fricatives. Phonemes built of sand, then time, then sound. A sense of meaning returned. He released his grip and the air rushed inwards.
They were hung upon the wall. The many systems he had created, all the intricate details and parts he had pushed into the world. Some people said he had created the future. I had always though he was the gate keeper to my past. Either way, he was dead now.
It was covered in the same orange goo that Lee had seen covering the rest of the crime scenes. It had been destroyed as well- the life organ wrenched from the carefully constructed systems of the machine. Some people called it the heart- but Lee would rather not equate a human organ to something made of Metal- never feeling, and forever cold.
Think about it.
The routine that you see every single day. When you wake up, how you brush your teeth.. The systematic notion of your miserable day. Consisting of consistent how are you’s and heavy have a nice day’s. Why do we accept this track that we’re placed on to adapt to, then subsequently run..? Why can’t we break the “norm” and what’s expected of society. Everyone pays into the system. Everybody is entirely too comfortable in their tiny little boxes on the hillside. The world is spinning quicker than ever, and the corrupt will inevitably become stripped, eventually.. But before said disclosure, we will bleed. We will yearn for peace in the streets and practical lives with an unfathomable sincerity. This is what we get, huh. Liberty will die with a thunderous applause.
“All systems are in place” said inspector Montrose. “We have three days to deliver the message. So you think we can do it?”
“Sure thing”.
“Hump”, snorted Montrose. “When it happens, I’ll believe it.”
Metcalf gazed thoughtfully after the grumbling giant as he lumbered from the office. What was with him these days?
Liz
what is a system? why do we have systems? who even needs conformity, thats what a system is right? A method of making sure there is order and compliance to the order. People conform to the system, because everyone else does, or because they feel they should. Weird concept if you ask me, although highly logical in some aspects. Wuld we still function without systems
jess
systems are things that keep going. there is a cycle that it follows to get things done. they are used un almost everything. making products, talking, and anything you can think of really has a system. they are designed to make things easy to do/follow
Cari
systems of government, computer information systems, solar systems, weather systems, everything is wrapped up in nice bodies of systems, organized and sometimes out of control but part of our everyday lives, seen or unseen we are affected by them.
“There are people who take care of this ma’am.” Said the officer. Sara refused to relent. “No! Those people are part of the system! You’re all here to keep us quiet and compliant and as soon as a blade of grass grows above the rest, you cut them off. Like you did with my son!” Her voice had now risen above the din of the police office and she had garnered everyone’s attention, including Ray’s. He knew she was now a target because of her outburst, but he needed her alive. That was going to be difficult now.
As the brisk gusts of wind whispered to me, I observed the system of roots that were attached to the ground; surrounded by hues of fire orange and chocolate brown.
The computers ran through her veins, connecting her eyes to a world she never knew before. It was addicting, like a shot of heroin was running silver through her heart. The lights, they burned, but the burning lights were what enticed, what made her insides churn with a strange mix of apprehension, curiosity, and want for so much more.
The computers and switches around her, once seeming to hum with an electricity and bright light, seemed dull to her now. So she faded away from reality, and danced in her own technologically enhanced fantasy world.
Computer systems can be confusing but with the modern world we need them to survive. How is it that this world we know has become so controlling that we can’t merely leave the house without some of this technology. Cell phones, iPods, and even books can’t just be simple now; face it, humans are weak and we must accept that.
my system is so fucked.
i don’t know how to un-fuck it.
i want my system to be normal.
instead it is full of cracks
and holes
and scotch tape.
scotch tape doesn’t hold for very long.
i’m waiting for my system to explode
and myself right alongside it.
systems, a word that is very important to all humankind. without it there be no peace and order present in all corners of the world. its a simple word but very complicated in realty. it should be followed.
all my life I have tried to implement systems,
For work, home, family ,writing.
but the systems overtake me with a life of their own.
I forgetnwhatbthe files are for. perhaps I am not a person cut out for systems.
what is a system? like a school system.. i guess so. I dont like having systems i think everyone should just go with the flow & just live a little. systems always put restrictions on everything. How can you do that when all we want to do is live life.
Systems in our life are all around us, unknowingly controlling us. Family systems, social systems, economic dynamics. We are controlled so strongly by these forces, that without understanding them sympathy can hardly exist. WOAH. THATS A STRONG VOICE.
I think this site will be great
There are systems in place for those who know about them to control everything. The rest of us just call it luck. We call those who know about the systems “Gods”.
We are all made of different system. And we are organised into a system, a corrupt and twisted system. We kill off people who fall out of the system or try to revolt against the system.
I had this word in an exam today. Had to use it a million times. Or was it in the translation? Was it even there, anywhere? Systems of thoughts and thinking have failed to access my memory banks. All is written in chemistry. All is contained within knowledge. Even knowledge itself.
The pipes crisscrossed across the low ceiling, while the water from them drip dripped out.
There are so many systematic ways
That we touch
Not with our bodies, or minds
but in organization
In the
“Oh pardon me”
between classes. In the
“Sorry about that.”
when one of us burps.
Not on purpose
Not in spirit
Mind
or even
bodies.
In systematics,
that always gives me shiver-
ones everybody can see
The systems are down! the systems are down!
they shouted.
they screamed.
I had no idea what I was doing there,.
Who are these people?
Why are they yelling?
What systems are down?
I don’t know at this point why there is chaos, or why everyone expects me to know what the answer is.
i just arrived here.
today,
what is today?
The human body is a beautiful thing. It’s outstanding how it works: cells working together to form tissues. Tissues working together to form organs. Organs working together to form organ systems. And these organ systems, they make up the body. These organ systems are what causes happiness and sadness and pain and joy.
manipulated. corrupt. negative correlation of a wanna be positive. Control. Power. Inequality hoping for equality.
logical processes through which we find the supposed solution we were doomed to find in the first place. and then there are those; the complex natured structures that we can never quite completely rap our heads around. how I wish, you would try to comprehend just may be a fraction of an inch of what was in mine.
The world is full of them. Systems of operation, systems to go through, systems to control. What would the world be without them? What would we be. Oh no this song just came on and now I can’t write about this anymore, but it’s being played on Pandora, which is also a system.
A repeat in time and space. A world run by robotic notions. Crazy squiggles that run through life. But without this there will be noting. I will be nothing.
Systems keep the world going round. They are an integral part of every aspect of our lives. From the tedious to the extravagant, systems provide us a sort of order in an otherwise chaotic world.
the best of the worst. time is almost up for time itself and thats not okay. Order is tradition, is how its always been to date. Somehow we managed to cross the border and order itself was reversed. This twisted system that always runs the world, does not run me. I am freedom
there are systems that work and ones that don’t and then there is Qatar. It has a social system that is not understandable to me as a woman. It seems as if women don’t have any rights yet there is a respect for women that is unusual.
What is a system, a system is a way in which a particular thing may be carried out by people on this earth implimented to create organisation, A system can refer to something else such as pipes i.e. something making up a larger picture. It can be viewed upon a logical way of thinking and even a process to work your way to the top. or even technology.
You rip it from me —
Your fingers grasping
I can hardly believe it.
Like cables snapping,
I short circuit and shut down.
Slow, contemplated,
You break me down,
Leaving me breathless
With only the quick skip
Of my heart.
I’m not apart of this system. I dont want to be here. No one understands me. I cant think straight. The system is out of order, and i can’t do anything about it. I did something crazy. There’s no turning back now. I’m now apart of this system.
“Burn the papers with fire,” he told me before taking a sip of his coffee. “Burn it with fire. Then we’ll literary burn them with our power. Let the government beg us for the power they’ve stolen.” He chuckled. “It will be me as the new system…soon”
Her voice was a series of insect clatters, a distorted echoing. He had a path back from this, there were systems in place. He closed his nose with his left hand and blew. Her voice was a broken cutlery clatter, then a cluster of squeals. It was weaponised silence, then scorched noise. Consonants stitched into fricatives. Phonemes built of sand, then time, then sound. A sense of meaning returned. He released his grip and the air rushed inwards.
They were hung upon the wall. The many systems he had created, all the intricate details and parts he had pushed into the world. Some people said he had created the future. I had always though he was the gate keeper to my past. Either way, he was dead now.
It was covered in the same orange goo that Lee had seen covering the rest of the crime scenes. It had been destroyed as well- the life organ wrenched from the carefully constructed systems of the machine. Some people called it the heart- but Lee would rather not equate a human organ to something made of Metal- never feeling, and forever cold.
“All systems go.” She related to the captain. The first mate gave him a sorrowful look, if it was war, at least he knew he was on the right side.
Think about it.
The routine that you see every single day. When you wake up, how you brush your teeth.. The systematic notion of your miserable day. Consisting of consistent how are you’s and heavy have a nice day’s. Why do we accept this track that we’re placed on to adapt to, then subsequently run..? Why can’t we break the “norm” and what’s expected of society. Everyone pays into the system. Everybody is entirely too comfortable in their tiny little boxes on the hillside. The world is spinning quicker than ever, and the corrupt will inevitably become stripped, eventually.. But before said disclosure, we will bleed. We will yearn for peace in the streets and practical lives with an unfathomable sincerity. This is what we get, huh. Liberty will die with a thunderous applause.
“All systems are in place” said inspector Montrose. “We have three days to deliver the message. So you think we can do it?”
“Sure thing”.
“Hump”, snorted Montrose. “When it happens, I’ll believe it.”
Metcalf gazed thoughtfully after the grumbling giant as he lumbered from the office. What was with him these days?
what is a system? why do we have systems? who even needs conformity, thats what a system is right? A method of making sure there is order and compliance to the order. People conform to the system, because everyone else does, or because they feel they should. Weird concept if you ask me, although highly logical in some aspects. Wuld we still function without systems
systems are things that keep going. there is a cycle that it follows to get things done. they are used un almost everything. making products, talking, and anything you can think of really has a system. they are designed to make things easy to do/follow
systems of government, computer information systems, solar systems, weather systems, everything is wrapped up in nice bodies of systems, organized and sometimes out of control but part of our everyday lives, seen or unseen we are affected by them.
“There are people who take care of this ma’am.” Said the officer. Sara refused to relent. “No! Those people are part of the system! You’re all here to keep us quiet and compliant and as soon as a blade of grass grows above the rest, you cut them off. Like you did with my son!” Her voice had now risen above the din of the police office and she had garnered everyone’s attention, including Ray’s. He knew she was now a target because of her outburst, but he needed her alive. That was going to be difficult now.
you watch the skies with a hunger that eludes my understanding
watching planets and stars with a lust
that sparks in the silent blackness of space
i can taste the cosmos in your mouth and feel
the galaxies under your skin
buried under vessels and organs
i can feel the stars in your fingers
and the nebulae in your eyes,
dimmed,
but burning nonetheless
As the brisk gusts of wind whispered to me, I observed the system of roots that were attached to the ground; surrounded by hues of fire orange and chocolate brown.
Systems:
School systems
Body systems
Systems just work together to make a product or idea
Saint, Saint, Saint.
It is meant as praise,
But all I hear is mockery.
There is nothing good within me –
Nothing heavenly in my system.
I am condemned.
My soul is bruised by Hell.
The computers ran through her veins, connecting her eyes to a world she never knew before. It was addicting, like a shot of heroin was running silver through her heart. The lights, they burned, but the burning lights were what enticed, what made her insides churn with a strange mix of apprehension, curiosity, and want for so much more.
The computers and switches around her, once seeming to hum with an electricity and bright light, seemed dull to her now. So she faded away from reality, and danced in her own technologically enhanced fantasy world.