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aar505n Jul 2018
It's a thousand tiny cuts that you receive
From the moment you're born
Waiting for someone to tell you that you are beautiful.
You yearn to stay youthful
You've learned the indisputable fact.
Your inherent value as a person
Reduced to your physical appearance
And given a numerical value online
For what is a selfie without it likes?

This is enough to make anyone cynical
Because everyone is the enemy
Like buskers on a busy street
All are competing for the attention
Of the passing indifferent crowds
All singing to be seen, to be known
Even just for one fleeting moment

It is a strange but primary emotion of the human condition
Decreed at birth to need validation
And this foundation is firmly instilled in us.
We never learn to fuss about it, as society reminds us
That there is nothing to discuss.
Sign up and accept the terms and conditions.
Show yourself to the world.
Nothing beats the sensation of adoration.
Even now, right now, I am showing myself to you.

So tell me I'm pretty, world.
Tell me I matter.
Tell me I exist.
I want to be known. I want to know you.
bri Jul 2018
Social media kills your self-love.
Who am I
when she is she?
Her lips,
her smile,
her teeth,
they're perfect.
& well,
I'm me.

But honey, don't you see
the most beautiful thing to be is you.
No one has your attributes,
no one's eyes light up like yours,
they don't crack a smile the same way you can.

-you are one of a kind, sunshine.
We compare ourselves to others too much. Way too much.
I’d rather go have fun with friends outside
Than be stuck on a screen waiting to die
Searching for the latest retweet or like
Just to find out no one cares about my life.
Enzo Jul 2018
intellectual rights and intellectual properties,
I stare at a library of free content
is it even worth watching? I know it's trash
but why is it entertaining? Have social standards
and social norms degraded my level ofsatisfaction to this extent?
Is this really like a cancer based community where it can only get worse?
And I think to myself what a(n) w̶o̶n̶d̶e̶r̶f̶u̶l̶ ugly world
John AD Jul 2018
Raise the Flag , Start the fight !
Unleash your Strength , Reveal who's Right!

Eruption of War , Many People Die
Innocent Mind , Endless Lie

Now Show me who's Right , and
Let the people Fight , for
Freedom,Abusive Power the dark of light ,
Scrutinize The Identity  , The Government is our enemy
People of Society , Sufficient of Equality

Dyslexia of the Human Brain
Humanity are going Insane

Incessant noise of people dying
Priests and bishops are always screaming
For help from their imagination being
Media Are the slave of the Political , Religious Healing!
Wake up people!
trf Jul 2018
sleeping tears awoke to crimson crust & apple red veins,
eyes peering through the dizzying fog to find a faucet
& drizzle rain like nectar down the peach pit's core,
along rugged edges & oval pores,

imperfect patterns & lightning blinks
remind the second sadness to cry once again.

My swipe of crust is rusting
like a smoker's yellowing finger tips gathering paint on callouses
& cracked lips

mirrored reflections shadow gaze,
squinting to locate bronze crow's feet of a man, mid thirties,
lying for what-to die
dying to wait-for what
I wrote this poem on the back of my most recent 36x48 painting. Abstract-fully Delicious, yet sad and viscous
Brandon Conway Jul 2018
IRL
I’ve lost my ambition to work
I’ve lost my ambition to think
I stare at a screen and follow links
I have forgotten how to blink
I have forgotten how to network
                                                   IRL
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.
Brandon Conway Jul 2018
We were once all agog for the journey of life
Now just a mouse click leaves curiosity cured
Nescience masquerading as artificial cognizance is rife
Likes, follows, comments, thoughts and prayers lured

A slayer of ambition gave birth to the lazy
No will to work, no will to think, just click this link
And complain all day about how your life is crazy
Stare at the screen as if forgotten how to blink

Welcome to Medusa's social media inc.
Share every feeling that's on your mind
Arachne's weaving web now interlinks
A Giger painting has become mankind

It's embarrassing
It's depressing
It's caressing
It's inheriting

The natural beauty that lies outside
Left only viewed through filtered photos
Language devolved into hieroglyphic emoji replies
Tobler's ambition left reposed

Curiosity and ambition subdued
A final word
Adieu
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