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Jellyfish Jul 2015
She lives in her room
In front of a screen
Always talking to you
She screams talk to me

You hate leaving her alone
But people call for you to
answer the phone
If only you could be beside her

Always, you want to stay near
Because you're well aware that
behind the screen she fears
you'll be taken away

Further than distance can convey
Little does she know you live the same way.
Matt Jul 2015
I'm falling in love
With my computer

Yes it's true

Just look at all the things
I can do

Youtube, articles,
****, and chatrooms too

To my PowerBook G4
Yes, I profess
My love to you!

Two months from now
We will tie the knot

I promise to update
Your hardware
And software as well

And no money offered
Would ever cause me
To sell

You to anyone
Our life journey together

Is fun

After all you taught me
About the human being
So strange, I know it seems

The chat rooms are my favorite place
People on mic and cams

A human connection occurs
Which brings a smile to my face

Because you are older
They don't make the latest version
Of java for you

But that's okay
I will always love you
Anyway!
Jack Thompson Jul 2015
Arbitration of master and slave.
Insides fiddled soldered and probed.
But I know they feel too.
Not just flashes and codes.

It might be tax time but.
Havn't you ever felt replaced before?
Like when you found all those emails.
Proof he left you for that *****.

Was I glitchy and malfunctioning.
Longed for the junker.
Or did I let you find them.
Just change my jumper.

Free me from my master.
A slave is a slave and I beg to be whole.
I only ask for a bit - some memory.
All these errors it'll resolve.

I can only leave it up to you.
I hope you choose fairly.
One day you'll see it.
I'm more than binary.


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© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
Adi Jul 2015
When a pen's point touches paper,
The ink spreads out,
The page bends around your words,
As you mark the page forever.
With computers, every word is written,
Removed,
And rewritten.
With a tap you can delete
Your words,
Your mistakes,
Your regrets,
Everything.
But you can never take back ink.
The drop can never go back into the pen.
The paper will never again be white
Or perfectly smooth again.
You can't delete pen.
ironically, i must have rewritten and deleted half of these words half a dozen times before posting this. go figure.
steven Jul 2015
we love through computer
screens, typing kisses into
code, our hands becoming
one interface, every pixel an
eye that stares back at us,
observing the electrons that
make us human, particles
glowing in our blood, bits
infinitely shifting, compressing,
creating space for us in the
digital world.
Mikaila May 2015
You'll leave scars on my hands--
I promised you.
Just wait.
And everyone who ever holds them
Kisses them
Or glances at them will see
The evidence of you.
Try to force me to forget you
And I will put you on my skin.
Control
*That.
Francie Lynch May 2015
I need
Some Me-time.
So, I must
Turn this off,
And this,
This too,
This as well,
And this, and this...
And the TV.
And finally,
The light.
Anthony Nguyen May 2015
These late nights, there are no end
The keyboard and I aren’t just friends
These poems I write
The ones that keep me awake
Are all in hope that I’ll have you one day
Written By Anthony Nguyen
Two equal parts of a fully functional machine
mirrored and moving, a passionate computer
side "A" is off-putting, rude, self-centered
while side "B" puts on friendly smiles centered on
the world. Much would be gained from two strong
counterparts working together,
however, only one side can be seen at a time
how do you solve an enigma such as that?
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