“Peel Back the Neon”
Spit shine the bitter truth—
no sugar coat, no soft landing.
The real rolls in like thunder
wearing citrus and static.
We bite back with tongues dyed bright.
Laugh lines splitting
through fluorescent doubt.
No algorithm knows how hard we hit
when we hit with nothing to prove.
Peel back the neon skin— under it:
something too loud to fake.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Cryptic this poem to me reflects modern technology and its affect on us. Technology nothing more than what we put into it is us in mechanical form. We decorate it with colors and lights. It brings in what we see as truth, the internet bringing us finger tip access to it. We hit the keys hard and despite the information we doubt what is true and what is not. It operates on algorithms. Each hit on the internet recorded knowing what we have been interested in and giving us new offerings as to what we may want to see but we proceed without any purpose or anything to prove. If we peel away the shell there is a truth too loud to ignore, a search for meaning, ease of life, truth but we find truth too loud to ignore. I'm sure it has many other meanings and that is what make it great. A fave
Thanks Soren, truly appreciated🙏🏻🕊️
…under the cover of darkness, we travel
The search fot truth and the many ways it is hidden from us and the tools used to keep us in the dark, as the author says peel it all back and you will find the truth, nicely expressed and written
Thanks so much dear friend, this is sufficient for the ‘life’ of this poem. So glad to hear🕊🙏🏻
You are very welcome
Love this poem, my friend. Glad you published it! That ending...killer. Absolutely killer. And profoundly true. Well done on this, my friend! 🌹👏
Thanks amigo, I’m glad that I chose to do so. Your much welcome word attests to it. 🕊🙏🏻
You are most welcome, my friend!
Peel Back the Neon" hits with raw, electric energy—stripping away pretense and embracing the unvarnished truth. The imagery is vivid, from "citrus and static" to "tongues dyed bright," painting defiance in neon hues. There's a fierce authenticity here, a refusal to be softened or decoded. The lines "No algorithm knows how hard we hit / when we hit with nothing to prove" especially resonate—this is poetry that doesn’t perform, it strikes. The final reveal, "something too loud to fake," lingers like the hum of a live wire. Brilliant, unapologetic work.
Thanks dear friend 🕊🙏🏻
Thanks for the Fave @Cheeky Missy
Wow this creates such powerful images.Peel back the neon and what remains. For some its a living for others its a death.For me I avoid the bright lights of the city as much as I can.Give the home among the gum trees...lots of plum trees etc.Powerful poem very thought provoking.Well done
Now there’s a dream before I’m off, to have that ‘home among the gum trees’ 🏡🕊️🙏🏻
Surfaces and superficiality a constant of modern city life. To peer past them (the peel) can be very hard. Takes time and energy, while everything and everyone races on… Here’s hoping that makes sense within the context of your piece, mate.
Yes, that is superbly comprehensible. Thank you mate. 🕊️🙏🏻
Truth is within us all arqios but many do not want to show it.
Andy
So true, Andy. Thank you 🕊️🙏🏻
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