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You see your friends told me that you had complaints. But I can't tell since you are always in my face. If you can't be a man you know what you can do. Pack your bags and leave the cash because baby we are through.

There's no doubt that I've had it up to here. There is no doubt there will be no more crying no more tears. There is no doubt about the way I made you feel. ******* you know that my love was real.

I am sick and tiered of you running your lines. Get up out of my face because you are wasting your time. I won't hold your hand the way your mama use to. I have no time to sit and deal with this drama. Since you can't be a man you can stay with your mama.

You know what? I've had it up to here. No more crying no more tears. It's all about the way that I made you feel. Because you know that I am the real.
This was written over 15 years ago. It is something that people still deal with today. I hope that someone has the ability to use it to grow up. While others use it to move on. -Sweetlemon
yellow soul Jul 2018
My heart is pounding
It’s pounding so hard
Inside my chest
I’m afraid it’s gonna
Break up my chest

* message opened 3 minutes ago
I told him i loved him
And he left me unread
Maybe He is thinking
About how to say that
He loves me too or
Maybe it’s not true
Maybe he won’t even
Be friends anymore

message opened 43 minutes ago*

He’s not gonna answer
Me...
Lately, I’ve been having flashbacks
of a time I spent with friends
and no loose ends,
In a park called Southsea Common,
Nearly 2 decades ago.

I was so in awe whilst measuring the weight of my flaws,
at how a friend of mine
sang and played guitar in front of loads of strangers,
cos back then I was never as brave or as talented as him.
But you see....despite the slight melancholic melody,
That beautiful day was and always will be why I sometimes think the way I do today.


Or do I?


For I am sure I am not the only one who’s so glued to my smartphone and my social media apps,
Never mind what every other ‘syndicate’ does but
That’s what really gets on my **** at times...

Why have I become so attached to them?
and perhaps so dependent on them?
especially...
That one which has a movie made about it...
as well as all the nicknames and insults it’s been given,
It’s a shame that apart from animal cruelty and no respect for others, everything else i really wanna post is forbidden.
And I’m still making that decision and to think of a day to finally enforce it,
But I
JUST
CAN’T
DO
IT!
I don’t have the will power Captain!!!

All those juicy addictive news feeds had replaced my dying interest in watching tv, the news, MTV, even some movies and pretty much everything else!
Facebook has everything AND everyone in pretty much one place!
Gone are the days of sending letters and even the amount of texts and emails to each other...
Like a lover of the free world ....I am still trying to get used to the digital age,
And how if I am not careful and self aware,
It’ll take up all of my time,
distracting me and by now I have this magic trick where I can make it seem like my iPhone is permanently stuck to my hand and my thumb is getting more exercise than any other part of my body.
You see the only excuse I can think of right now...
is
I just don’t wanna miss a thing!

So who knows whenever I leave Facebook ...
I just may NOT be able to cope with an almost forgotten reality.
To smile, while sitting the corner,
alone and crying, it's hard to live,
because when is in love, it's nothing
but grief, a blessing and a burden.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BtS0z4J0UWE
Sovit Pokhrel May 2018
A world of thumbs.
A world of indexes.
We are the virtually enlightened generation.

up & down we scroll,
in search of company.
Facebook our friend !
We are the virtually enlightened generation.

Right we swipe to match,
Left are just left.
Internet our hope for love.
We are the virtually enlightened generation.

All the knowledge of the world,
Just a few taps away.
Google the Truth !
We are the virtually enlightened generation.

A world of thumbs.
A world of indexes.
We are the virtually enlightened generation.
technology has rooted itself in our system.
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