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TS Jul 2017
'Likes' are not hugs.

Comments are not kisses.

Views are not a hand holding mine.

And yet I crave this attention more than anything. Eyes stretched wide, I live for that next hit, the next 'like'. I lose sleep over how many views I need to keep going. I am a wasteland of media, searching for any signs of life.

I am despirate.


I am addicted.



I am far from social.

-t.s.
Emma Apr 2017
I opened the door to the freezer and just stood there
staring in at all of the food until it began to thaw
and with the cold air billowing out into a warm room
I thought about calling out into an empty house
to ask if you wanted to do something easy for dinner
Druzzayne Rika Apr 2017
We live close to the people far
We are far away from the people close by
The network of people within net
Has its web links across the globe
We follow thousands people around
Giving them likes , emoticons
And sometimes comments!
Thousand pictures of others life ,
The stories , they have
All there to be viewed by people
Who care , who don't care
But people , do share
D Feb 2017
There are so many people who do
and say controversial **** only in order
to gain the public's eye.
Not only on YouTube, take a look at that woman
who goes on Twitter and starts beef
with popular celebrities just so her name is in the news.
Tila Tequila is always posting the most
inappropriate crap, and I'm not talking about **** and *****,
I'm taking about praising ****** and mass genocide with passion.
Look at basically every successful politician
with the power of swaying the masses with
only a few words - I'm pointing at you Donald Trump.
It's ******* disgusting the lengths people can go
to get publicity, because as they say,
any publicity is good publicity, right? Wrong.
It only works because we
highlight it and glorify it,
people take sides and
the only thing left is a divide.
The only way to really stop this kind of
hate-spreading, fear mongering, classlessness
is to stop talking about them.
To completely shut them out.

But I know that's impossible, because
ridiculous as it sounds, there are going to be
people who agree with them, who will
glorify them and put them on pedestals
for being true to their cause.
So then what can we do?? I guess we continue
talking about it... and the loop goes on.  

Humanity isn't lost, it was never there to begin with.
This is the way of humans, there's always been
the ones like Polandbananas and Tila Tequila and Donald Trump,
and there always will be. But I want to believe
that the number of people with the capacity
to love and begin the change
is greater than the number of people
who are too set in their ways
to be persuade.
I felt like this could work as a spoken word after I finished writing it,
What do you think though?
Dougie Simps Dec 2016
I've taken liquor to head
It's a quarter past 3
I handle my drinks strong
Yet, ya memory makes me weak
I just put my sunglasses on
Like f$&k; what you may see
Take another dose of
(Another dose of me)
Ya heart starts to break
Ya mind may even remember me
When you were rippin off my denim
Injecting your sweet venom
Thinking it was love
But it was just a death sentence
(It was love tho)
You've become apprehensive
Something heighten up my senses
If our eyes interact again, can we both handle the tension?
Of all the lost time and forgotten minutes.
Replaced roses with shots of hypnosis
To take your reality away and imagine something for closure
so you don't feel any closer
To ya feelings getting exposed
And leading an optimistic heart to a door that remained closed..
Even when we were close
Our lips felt so distant
Cause change only occurs to those who don't resist it
And life has a way to push you
Time has a way to heal
Reaching out for something else but nothing ever felt as real...
Falling in a vortex
But not spinning out of control
Sometimes things just happen
You never get to really know
Can't wonder, "what if?"
Thinking, "will she hit?"
The phone - goes off but it's the numbness to last nights pain
Let it be, homie
Life is life, homie
and know nothing will ever be the same

(All love though)

Heartbreak in a metaphor
Written in black and blue pen
And even though there may be love lost
I know it's not on my end. (Echos out)
I forever apologize for how it end...

P.s
How you been?...
Trying something different - different style. Feedback would be great - inspired by J cole - my work is honest I ain't tripping over much I just hope you see it for what it is someday. No love lost.
HeatherBeth Nov 2016
I had forgotten how I loved you
And that is exactly what I had intended to do

And so as my payment I now can see
That you have elected to completely forget me
Comment two lines you would like me top add, let's make am epic
Poetictunes Sep 2016
You know that feeling when you're face to face with the love of your life.
Your palms become sweaty.
Your voice starts to tremble.
Your legs become hard to stand on.
All while You run your fingers through your hair.
The love of your life is standing there laughing at how nervous you are.
How sweet.
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