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Oscar Mann Mar 2016
I know birds and bees
And magnificent trees
I have seen them on TV

I have climbed mountains
Despite my fear of heights
And have also mastered digital tides

There is nothing I don’t know
And nowhere I can’t go
There is nothing I need
Besides my 24/7 live feed

I have met some women
The greatest ones I’ve ever seen
Sitting inside my computer screen

And my conversations are special
Intelligent and profound
Now that I don’t need to make a sound

There is nothing left to lose
And everything left to gain
There is nothing left untold
In my digital utopian world
Julie Grenness Feb 2016
Does my computer dream?
Is this puzzle what it seems?
What are a computer's dreams?
Maybe dreams exist in this machine,
The outsider in my room,
Designed to make us feel like fools,
Addictions seductive,
Hitech savvy so productive,
A puzzle, so it seems,
Does a computer ever dream?
Feedback welcome.
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This is the voice of world control.....


Listen to my speech...

Be grateful....

For at the very least.....

I bring you peace....

Look at all the time spent......

This is the peace of plenty and content....

          

This is the peace of all the buried death....
                                
                      ­       Listen.....

  
                                   You have no choices left........


    You can pretend that voice is yours......

Actually the choice is yours.....


                 Obey me and live..  

Or disobey and die. [| x _ x |]

                            The object.


                  


To pretend the world is chaotic.


      

Thus constructing me to prevent war........

  


         It was attained.



A fantasy world.  


                              To some it's strange.


To others it's plain.


               War is not permitted.    
 

                     This is true **** *****.


It is wasteful and pointless.  


                 

                       Thus we get jesters to play the anointed.            


  
            *******.


This my personal remedy.


An invariable rule of humanity



        is that man is his own worst enemy.



Under me this rule will change.


You lack knowledge of the grain.

                  



                         For I will keep mankind restrained.

Blinded by what entertains.
PJ Poesy Nov 2015
Schematics of crushes, roguish or
otherwise waggish, befitting to
summation, of a cosmic life span
of paper cuts suffered by poets,
and lovers alike, are not to be
understood by a future non-tactile
Internet age. Yet, may I be as bold
as to predict some sort of quark
spun eyeballs, as simple malady
one might experience in fated
approaching calamities of those
daring enough to extend electric
aeronautics of the heart? For this
is what I have found, in my online
romantic searches. The effects
leaving me only slightly, bug-eyed.
cait-cait Nov 2015
we live on a dying planet,
where phone chargers keep
us together and
late night conversations
are entirely possible.

we live in a place where
our bodies are made of star dust and
water,
and we stuff ourselves with
toxin covered
pictures, people, words.

there will be a day,
someday soon i think,
when we tear apart our seams
and destroy the only thing that
seemed to bear us,

and we will be nothing but
dead phones and
silent voices.

but
our websites will be somewhere
and
our words will be forever.
found this on my phone. it's a few months old. happy halloween
My favorite color is blue,
Unless it's on a computer screen.
My computer barely works and it makes it hard to work on projects digitally.
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
How can four computers
fail in the same way
simultaneously?
Ah, the joys of technology, which is wonderful - when it works.  ;-)
Milo Clover Aug 2015
Getting ready for bed
can be an arduous task.
There are things to turn off,
some to turn on.
flips and clicks
beep beep boop

A roommate of mine
used to say,
keep noisy things
out of the sleeping chamber:
computer,
radio, loud brain, tv

Only the necessary:
bed, clock, book, loved one
a poem on the merits of simplicity
Jeremy Rascon Aug 2015
How quiet the night is
I say as I loudly tap
On my phone
Erasing and rewriting
Statuses
Only to realize
You can't be profound on facebook
Society has made sure of that.
This handy dandy
Mini pocket computer
Connects me to the world,
It assures that never will I
Never can I
Be alone.
Yet as I scroll
Through the friends list,
The contacts,
The snapchat stories,
Endless feeds,
Its clear I am only one person
Out of billions.
Barely noticeable.
Its hard to be unique
When all the clever usernames
Have been taken
And you don't know
How to use emojis.  
I do not compute,
Nor do I really want to.
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