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Kaumudi Jan 2018
She asked her question,
He thought about his answer
What took him so time
She began to wonder.

The three magical words was his true and correct reply,
Those three words which would make any young girl's heart fly.

But flight was taken by that timid creature who didn't wanted to be committed
So for a long time on her phone screen was the word 'Typing.....' sighted.

Finally "NO" was the answer,
Sad and depressed was her face;
This was the obvious result.
But not the first online break-up case.
For those who broke their hearts online.
©2018, Typing..... by Kaumudi.
Dan McKee Jan 2018
A thousand strangers go before me
Their bad jokes and worse haircuts linger
In my online shadow, that twenty-first century history
That is etched for every one of us.

The species has always been able to forget
It is what keeps us alive, and subsequently kills us
So why is it we can forget the past's atrocitites
But not my Year 9 obsession with Japanese cartography?
Naked Writing Jan 2018
DM
You slide into my inbox
and I roll my eyes
thinking how our ancestors
would roll in their graves
under wildly blooming roses
the kind of fragrant bouquets
they gave one another
on a first date
a gesture of courtship and respect

they would be so disappointed
in the way their Shakespearean love
has devolved
into self-involved
narcissistic
lazy digital foreplay

you can save your DM
for someone else;
I will continue waiting
for my rose.
Insta: @nakedwriting
Unknown Cat Nov 2017
Ding!
I check my phone and read your message.
Voop! Ding! Voop! Voop!
Notifications. Messages. Pixels.
Love affairs reduced to texts.
Reduced to 1’s and 0’s.
Reduced to almost Nothing Real.
No expressions, just emojis.
No touches, just "I wish I could"
No eye contact, just imagine it.
Assume every trace of me that you don't see.
Just, please, fill in the gaps.
Fill in everything you don't know
With everything you wish I was.
I'll grow your ego, and you'll grow mine.
Better than a dream, you said.
But probably as real.
Seema Nov 2017
There is a downside of every matter
Somethings get worse some just gets better
Many have questioned lifes existence
Yet there is a race, color, gender resistance
Why is it hard for some to understand?
That we humans have two legs to stand
A pair of ears, eyes, a mouth and a nose
We all have red blood in our body that flows
Two hands to hug and help each other
But now the hands are used to strangle one another
People have reached the moon and beyond
With high degrees and education they fond
But what does it all mean when these educated people
Spread poison among naive making them mentally crippled
Each news I read online, makes me sad again
It is not far too real to imagine the suffering and pain
Worse to worse is the public media spread
What's there or not gets widespread
It's like a deadly disease, mankind cruel and unkind
Every corner of this earth one can find
Corruption, tortury, sorcery, killing, ****, what not
Man have made this planet so disgusting with rot
Here prayers are heard less over the cries of innocent
We have gone too far and we have lost our sentiment
I don't live in a war torn country for sure
And not with people that beg for a meal so poor
My heart cries each day, as a young soul dies
Either it be human or an animal overwise
I pray and put my thoughts to the victims that suffer
Life and living has become such a race that each step gets tougher...

©sim
I know there are people with special needs, those who don't have two legs, hands and other parts of their body. I wrote this for those who are fortunate to have all yet a downside.
Aerinlia Nov 2017
Each and every of us is a story
Story in my life
We never met physically
But we're family

We all weave our separate stories
But from a distance they are one
We all come from different places in this world
But in this screen we are one

Thank you for being my friend
Thank you for being my family
Thank you for being my happy memories
Thank you for being my life.
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