I'm more real here,
No fake smiles to hide tears;
Try to find each grin,
Eventually you'll be happy.
Regrets leave and memories form,
Nothing bothers me here;
Everyone notices me,
True tears are shed.

Whizz, whir and buzz the computer came alive. The internet was born and the doors were opened. Pathways were now available that were not there before and knowledge's door was open wide for all to walk through. For good or ill, the genie is out of the bottle and what we do with it is up to us. For some it is a weapon or a thing for malicious intent, but for many it is hope and the breathe of life. The chains of oppression are broken when free and unfettered knowledge is allowed to be exchanged. A brave new world was shaped the day the internet was born and life as we knew it will never be the same.

So, you want to write a poem.
Dear, dear writer, don't you know?
I come on my own time.
Prepare me a space
with white linen and
scarlet red roses.
Sweet talk me pretty,
or you'll be the one
up all night pacing,
pining for your poetry.
So love, you expect the best--
Well, I give when I’m ready.

                 Yours truly,

                  Poetry

Some say the net is
A corrupting influence
On modern day youth

But keep in mind that
Socrates said the same of
The written language

My two cents in this
Is that the web is a tool
The most powerful

For with it we can
Whole new worlds and cultures that
For else wouldn't be

We can create minds
Artificial, but like us,
To explore this world

We can spread the word
News is real time, and we
Have a say in it

However, this can
Push people to their own deaths
War, or to ******

With so much to know
Falsehoods are also present
In this shifting world

But in the end, this
Is info's greatest tool yet
In history's time

Time and time again
From writing to printing press
This change has been good

So, in the end, we
Now have information's best
Tool in our hand's palms

Come what may, but I
Have some hopes for the future
Of this little web