Sorry, I wanted to try something new and I didn’t notice the error link. Hope you enjoy this new poem.
Tag: A concerned netizen
Are Empty Beds a Good Thing?
I’m at the emergency room
Unable to sleep at night
There are three empty beds in front of me
It’s February 18, 2022
A cold and worried Hallelujah
I heard that David
Said a prayer
That his relatives would stop going there
This disease and the consequences
Overwhelm us
The waves have come
The 4th, a 5th
But politicians still wouldn’t lift
The worries of the people
Scared enough to try to overthrow ya
Now pandemic is in year no. 3
Is there still a point in parody
It’s a cold and worried hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Alpha
Beta
Lamda
Theta
Omicron
Delta
Nu
Whatever
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Little Screen vs Black
Pixelated Priorities
Split screen attention
Flicky fingers
Making happy noises
Charming and robotic
Singledom is wasteful
Spread you attentions
Like chicken legs
Focus is for the old
Not the mickey mouse club
Multi-task like the pros
Who never misses an opportunity
To tell the latest news
As tweets become emergencies
I’m tired of speech
I’m tired of speech
Of tragic conversations,
Of hastily bitter debates.
I’m tired of forced rituals
Of dogmatic preference
Cloaked in rebukes and judgement
I’m tired of planned togetherness
Of constant compromise
And submission to imperfect authority
I’m tired
Of routines dictated by uneven sacrifice
The only change is Greek to me
Wounded fighters in stolen armor
Battles sooner lost than won.
I’m tired.
Confined
The last nail on the coffin.
Disaster has struck.
A plea never uttered.
The door slammed shut.
The stars have no fire.
If only I could look up.
Tortured by Shared Destiny.
What a Hero I turned out to be.
Confined and Forgotten,
Nothing to look forward to,
Nothing but broken records of seclusion,
Nothing but promises unkept.
I am trapped.
Confined to myself.
Lying to myself.
Pathology of un-escaping,
Fearful phases,
Waxing and waning.
Online Shopping
Carnivorous consumption
Dainty discounts
Mega deals
Monied mementos
Packaged promotions
Stubborn slow shopper
Necessary and superfluous
Transactorey, transitory, transmissible
Presents to myself
I Wish I Didn’t Procrastinate
I wish I didn’t procrastinate
That I could do what I am supposed to do.
I wish I did things on time,
Schedules don’t always work for me
Happiness is not the same as pleasure,
and yet always I seek the latter.
Responsibility is a part of growing up
Being responsible however is still optional.
To finish what I started
Or to not start at all?
Challenges lie before me
Hardships and trials around the bend
Should I give up?
No longer seeing it through or doing my best.
Great would be the day, when I stop procrastinating
Excellence, achieved through grit and perseverance.
Ode On Computers
Computers: The modern informer.
Connecter of nations,
you who has brought us: relief and stress,
sleepless nights and lazy mornings;
great and terrible news.
How long have I spent with you for my own purposes and whims?
But, Alas I cannot love you!
I find you cold and indifferent.
Your monitor displays no inspiration.
Only icons and data are your priority.
You aim for perfection, yet you were made by imperfect hands;
your precious data imparted by imperfect minds.
You who have no loyalty;
yet everyone wants to befriend you.
Anonymous keeper of secrets,
you share to anyone who knows how to press your buttons.
The controller has become controlled.
The unseen power has caused a sick obsession.
Are we truly advanced?
If we can connect with strangers then why can we not connect with family?
Does this world have nothing to offer, that we need to create new ones?
Is tradition outdated?
Oh! Citizens of Cyberspace, hit the like button
how dependent are the masters to their creations,
the Systematic Destroyer.
Your Friend, the Internet
Have you ever wondered what the internet would be like as an actual person? He’d probably be a guy then again he could be a girl. That would explain all the online shopping sites….Hmm. For the sake of this conversation the internet is a guy ok? (Feminazis please don’t kill me)
He’d have all the answers like the cocky man he is. He’d be a willing messenger boy for everyone. He’s on everyone’s side, that is if you can afford him . Willing to give everyone a chance, then again he also has no loyalty, singing your praises one moment, insulting you the next. Often saying things that aren’t true, he seems to believe anything that is said to him.
The internet would be a gossip. Spilling news and announcing people’s dirty secrets for the world to see even if we really wish he wouldn’t.
He’d also be absolutely pretentious assuming he knows what you really mean even if he is completely off. When you try to correct him he refuses to see your point. (Unless you’re talking to professor Wikipedia but that’s another topic)
He is never there when you need him, but extremely distracting when he’s there. Making announcements, recommending things to divert you from your original goal, he can be the most distracting thing you’ll ever meet.
The internet can be an absolute rascal, but a rather useful one. A wellspring of information, he shares the most amazing things from articles to videos and so much more. It’s easy to spend hours devoted to him, especially when you need help in your assignments.
You can’t help it if you want that connection. Whether you’re at home or outside you are always looking for him, almost as if his presence suddenly makes a place better. You chase after him, but at the same time hope he doesn’t slow down. The internet truly is a special kind of friend, there is no one like him. But please don’t make him into anything more than that
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