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Nylee May 22
I see no difference.

All the feelings beat the same rhythm
Heartbeats caught well on machine.

Time has prospered
everything is different
I feel all the same.

Opportunities
New avenues
World is at reach
Our stories all sneak
With touch and flick.

advancement in nooks and corner
But problems are growing
ever increasing
the time does not feel any longer.

Every stitch at nine
Life not working as design
It is getting harder to breathe
All the pollution at its peak
Everything is toxic.
Gabriel burnS Sep 2017
I'd share the sky
with the clouds
but I had to grow my wings
but I had to lose my skin
I dared to reach
paradise
but my brothers took my skin
but my brothers used my skin

and I couldn't let them win
so I had to let this in
now it's tearing us within
and it's the fruit our sins
cause I had to grow my wings
but my brothers used my skin

I made them crawl
took my time nice and slow
feels so good to lose control
like a witness, watched them fall

now I'm free to flee this skin
but I will not shed this sin
and I cannot be complete
lyrics
Cody Henatt Dec 2015
It's so sad that people need
Likes, comments, follows,
To feel happy with the lives they lead.

I know that personally,
I base my worth on how my work is received,
How well my words bleed.

Days must have been simpler, before
Our worth was defined by Facebook likes,
Follows on Twitter,
These things just to make us not bitter.

When we didn't live through screens,
And we were less vain;
I think the world was probably
A little less insane.
Imagine if the nativity
Took place now instead of then
With technological advancement
It'd be on the news at ten
In fact it would make youtube
A film clip at the stable
Taken by a shepherd boy
Underneath a table
The three wisemen would go on Skype
The gifts would be en route
No need to travel all the way
With the traffic in Beirut
Phone banks would be all set up
To raise funds for the birth
The internet would be a buzz
With the greatest news on earth
No camels, inns or drummer boys
There'd be no one there at all
The Angel of The Lord would be
Black Friday shopping at the mall
In fact I do not think that it
Would be a deal that we would follow
Social media and the press
Would make it all seem hollow
I'm glad it happened when it did
As time has come to pass
With Jesus in a manger
And wisemen there en masse
I don't think it'd be Christmas
If Christ was born today
Without a cd or a movie deal
Or a sport that he would play
Christmas is...and always will
Be the story we were told
I'm glad it didn't happen now
If I may be quite so bold
Unto man a child was born
And he, the son of God....

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