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Joanie Poston Feb 2013
Is this what the world has come to
A virtual society where friendships, thoughts, and adventures Exist
Purely on a thinking, robotic machine of this

Where Facebook has become our knew civilization
Where all our lives now seem to be lived
Well now is there really a need for this mortal bag of bones

Surely there is no reason to leave the safety of our homes

No need to search deeply for answers
Because look no further its all here
Google, Wikipedia its the know it all source of all of the worldly knowledge

No reason to verbalize our thoughts
No reason at all for that
Be quiet shut up
For this is where friendships and happiness is made

No need for therapy or psychologists
When all our inner demons and afflictions are discussed
Here within the new means of our new found reality

In all actuality
This is no good
What happened to people to people socialization

Is this machine really of use
Of the isolation and loneliness we choose

Can this life be pure and simple again
Back to when we looked for trees and the beauty within

I tell you this must make our future look bleak
If only we could extend our hands and hearts to each other
It must be virtually impossible over this fake imaginable thinking machine

Because now the old life is dead
and the new life lives on within the depths of this new profound
thinking robotic machine as that we have all come to know and love
Joanie Poston Feb 2013
I am writing to you from this deep dark abyss
Searching and searching to find the source of this grief and deep sorrow
I feel so shameful so ungrateful
Dear mind I wish to put you to rest

So insecure so self hated
I can't seem to make sense
Everything feels like its falling
Concrete pushing down on me burying me within
It's heavy extremely heavy

The only way I know how to fight this sinful creature
Its Ironic fighting pain with more pain
They say you can't fight fire with more fire
But don't you fret This is my way of fixing my affliction

Where you see crimson red ***** blood
I see the rightful ingredient that will wash away these flames
Take out the internal fire with the external fire

But hush now my dear reader I don't deserve my dream to live on
For I am heartless and just a sad pathetic unhealthy soul
For I don't matter for I am just one of the billions
For I have no right to feel this, its all a figment of my sorry excuse for an imagination

For there are billions of unhappy souls on this earth
More worthy of, help, hope and happiness
So don't fret I don't need help I am perfectly alright
There is absolutely nothing clearly faulty about me

So don't try to find an underlining meaning with these words
That I am searching for understanding and peace of mind
Because I"m not

The only thing I wish is that my words were magic ropes
Ones that could be thrown overboard to that great deep dark abyss
Ones that reach down, down, deep below the surface
Could pull Each Unhealthy sickly sorrowful soul out of this deep unforgettable hole
Joanie Poston Feb 2013
The world moves oh so fast
Sometimes its hard to catch your breath
Its like playing pick up sticks
As you pick up the pieces of the past

Sometimes death is so hard to let go
To say farewell goodbye to my sweet sister of mine
They say there heart will live on
But its so hard to move forward when they're all gone

That beautiful rose has now seemed to shrivel
Life has all gone and left it to die
I miss her so much that beautiful rose that was once there
She was my sweet sister of mine

I feel like I lost her all too soon
Didn't really know who this women really was
Maybe if more attention was paid
Maybe then her life could of been saved
Joanie Poston Feb 2013
I feel so lost sometimes
Caught up in this crystal globe
Shed some light with this probe
I search through and through
Hope to find the clues

I let out my soul
And Everything spills out
Filling this space this globe
Until It explodes
Sending all the pieces out into this vast universe
Till all that I am is exposed

Sending into an eternity of free will
Sharing my profound love for these words that I use
Letting them ignite set sparks to this  fuse
following along closely  as I muse

Sometimes its easier to let people in
By telling a story with paper and pen
Making my imagination run wild and free
Across the universe and across this sea

Not everything fitting together perfectly
Because nothing in life is absolute
We never know what the future might hold
So let you heart out and be bold

But with this profound love of these words I sing
I hope to bring hope, love and strength in between

I no longer am stuck in this globe
For I have screamed out
and explored my world no doubt
Joanie Poston Feb 2013
I am just another fish in the sea
One who writes poems to set her heart free
This is just simple average
Nothing more than that
Nothing uniquely different about me

I am just a clone
Even though these thoughts, ideas emotions are my own
At times, it keep me feeing all alone

I'm just searching for understanding like everyone else
Trying to search for this identity
This individuality
Writing my realities down on this page
Doesn't mean they're anything extraordinary

Doesn't mean I should keep going
Keep these dreams
Keep this boat of ideas floating

I try to come up with this reality
When in all actuality
There is nothing, nothing uniquely different about me
I am just another fish in the sea
One who writes poems to set her heart free
Joanie Poston Feb 2013
I aim to please
But I feel I won't succeed

I want to win this war
Deep within my core

This is my fear
at unease
As I try to please
This is what I want you to hear

I tell myself not to surrender
I feel like this is pure failure
Inefficiency in this adventure

I don't write this just for the trend
I write this only to pretend
That with these words I shall be on the mend

I feel so overwhelmingly selfish ungrateful
and these actions against myself so shameful

As I pull and I tug at these sleeves know that I am not harmed
So please, please don't be alarmed

For I am selfish and ungrateful
and just your average stereotypical
Self couscous girl
girl that is ever so cynical
Who writes
to
hide her world


I will deny  
That its all one big lie

and no one, no one will ever know
So take this shovel and bury this deep, deep down below
Joanie Poston Feb 2013
I am a microscopic particle of matter
In this monstrous planet we call  Earth
People are sprinkled like seeds of a tree
Forever spreading like a disease
We must fix this predicament
That we have put forth
The Fragility of Life itself is at stake
We must mend this affliction
Make this future ours too take
For this problem is far too great
It is of heartbreak that for some we are far too late
For this massive genocide of young lives
This self destruction is all to real
For just one word has capacity to seal the deal
So keep your judgment and ignorance
Unlock your mind
Open your heart with something so kind
I am a microscopic Particle of matter
But if we all sprinkle these uncontaminated germinating seeds
A soul can be spared
Because of a difference that we have all dared
We can be revealed that we  indeed cared
With this young life that has been saved
With the help of one another
Their life has been paved
With just a small gesture
From one small particle onto another
Passing the cure from one to the other
And maybe this world is still safe
Still safe from the extreme utter fall
From such was very a close call
From such eerie destruction was feared by all
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