I want to go back to the time where cell phones existed not, and communication was more personal.
Where TV was radio and eyes with mind collaborated for imagination as ears reveled in sound.
I want to go back to a time where people would be on street holding hands instead of phones. And individuals looked at one another to see each others expressions instead of impersonal texting.
I want to go back where there was no internet to steal ones time on a Face Book site that takes your information and tries to promote fake friendships.
I want to go back yes back to a time where I could meet a poet for lunch instead of only on a site that keeps one at distance.
Time waits for no one and so progress for the sake of disconnect continues.
Until robots replace our reality.
This poem is so so much NOT like what I write. Its just tonight I found myself disconnecting from everything. I turned off my cell phone, don't have a TV so didn't have to do anything with one and am just chilling with myself as I feel distant from most of who I know. (my decision) I think everyone should sometimes step back to do a re-set
================================================ Confined. D-Class Cells. Keeping us locked away. ================================================ Keeping you safe. Keeping them safe. Keeping those contained. ================================================ Noises. Just noises. Sirens. Screams of our friends. ================================================ Nothing. Just protocol. Warnings. They are criminals. ================================================ Unreal. The unreal ones are the criminals. I’ve seen them. ================================================ Crazy. Incompetent. Reason for your captivity. ================================================ Trapped. Confined. Let me out. ================================================ No Comment. ================================================ I’m boxed in. Cells, each divided by A fear which makes them common place. I want to go home. ================================================ You can’t. This is required. ================================================
Savor the metallic taste of truth The melancholic chromatic haze of vertigo rushing to your head As you see you've been stuck in a cell all along The beautiful uncertainty of a prisoner is hiding at weird angle hard to see I'll be stuck in this cell for a while so i might as well color its walls pink I have no windows but i can dream of fresh air Things only a simple mind can get, it's only fair Tragedy written all over it and that's why my life is bare I have tried to separate my mind from the time Not knowing I'm already stuck in moving forwards with times So i might as well let the waves carry me onward And language is just meaningful emptiness for a coward
The sacred rain has a secret to tell you, “Be the source that brings life into your place, Be the fire that sparks positive change”
The melody bird song at the ***** of a new dawn has a secret to tell you, “Embrace this song that is your life, Embellish it with bright colors, sweet thoughts, and notes of bliss”
The brightness of the moonlight in the darkest night has a secret to tell you, “Let your inner beauty illuminate when facing the darkness of misfortune and calamity Let your light shine bright and touch others”
Every fiber of your being, every regenerated cell in your body has a secret to tell you, “Be a part of the movement towards awakened living, Keep evolving with new ideas, and creativity.”
Days filled with joy, orange sunsets on summer nights,
but slowly, and then all at once, they turn red.
In the next moment it's over, and you can breathe in the breeze; Fresh Air.
Free from bindings I carefully crafted, out of a stifling cell, gone is The Warden.
You know what they say, "you and me and the devil makes three", but you're the devil in disguise.
And honey, I'm not in **** no more.
I'm really glad I made the titles of these past poems a pair- because Orpheus is how I used to feel but now it's Eurydice, or at least it's where I'm getting to- not giving a **** about them or being under their control.
there's a lot wrong with the earth- & with my head i'm trying to shed my addict skin i'm so much more than what i depict & i've come pretty far, considering where i've been
& the world still looks bleak but i've gained some light by burning down every bridge in my sight & you may say my pyromania is born out of spite but your toxicity is now gone- & i can finally breathe right
so i'm going to continue to fix myself i'll box up old memories & hide them on the shelf cause i'm tired of treating the past like a prison cell. & i've roamed ******* far from the pits of your ****.
All cased up as new as can be Women are not the only one With their cell phone's Like men are the only Wild Thang How her heart sings How it brings us to move us Or slows us down Always he is mighty fit She's the case trim
The cell sun yellow chevy-rim Cell baby racing the American flag Way over our 100-speed limit I have 90 days to claim Another dream that cell
Go-Hollywood don't be a nag Sunset Boulevard lights hit a snag What claims do I have security heavy tears of his weight
Those chicks to be raised on Animal farm jumped neigh Mr. Mcdonald E- I- am E-book I-O U your cell phone please sigh
I summarize everything That rings us like a childbirth In a crib now men all hub teeth Or the millionaire mansion their cribs This isn't a game like ((Women lib)) Smart side sunny side Benedict Arnold bread and eggs Jet lag what conflict's
No luck not even Mike and Ike My expensive cell phone took a hike I met Chuck Titanic ship- cell-tip gift of gab talker those homewreckers One decent sip Cyberbabe streaming Her web- Pirate-eyes stole away Starbuck's became Lil Deb cell phone falls in-between ripped car seat
The erogenous heat his fingers were so caught in your middle ring tunes Only the lonely the one song Gave her the ******* just chill Hot tune Billy Idol White Paper embossed the wedding chaser That day he was dreading every voice sound loser So mind blowing falling phones silver tarnished
She was singing it's my party I will cry if I want to He picked himself up vanished You would pry too if this happened to you the devil But it has been a long cell ride With ((Johnny Angel)) how she loves how he uses her phone destroys her The Joker of I- ringtones
And she hoped one day he would feel the same doing voice overs But her cell phone caught his fire flame He was head cocked Two jailbirds wherever we go whatever we do we will always be locked Together or even when we're through The virus of germs mouth to mouth Those higher-ups techs flying south Memories dates and text intertwined in both
The ******* ****** talks like Goth Addictions and love claims She was ******* clammy Those grassy moldy mummies The negative side effect So foreign in his pocket Positive pants far from intellect It slips out and falls
He is reacting from the Blonde bombshells The island some Liberty Bell No man no God no lover will be claimed in my phone rich soil hand Arrowsmith songs were locked Dream on claim whats yours Comic Xmen who claims The crawling phone creatures spiderman
She has spider veins features Total recall but cannot recall All my important number where flushed down my toilet jail cell bowl And he is so mesmerized with the Super Bowl I had nothing left to talk too Not even my cell phone I felt alienated like all clones
All claims how we ring them and numbers like tumblers. But they say is your birthday but you don't even have a cell phone you feel locked in a cell and no one will come over even your X- lover. You felt destroyed like you were the ploy everything is irrelevant like a babe cell phone toy