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Hopeless Outlet Feb 2020
What keeps us believing in eternity
in different places, surrounded and separated
by millions of hearts in between

What keeps us believing in forever
with this glass right in front of us
all that's left for us are numbers as words
to express our love, our love

Well that fire we've created upon meeting is
still burning, we feel it flickering
warming us in it's heat
bringing warmth to our hearts, when we're
alone....

What keeps us believing in finally being happy
while suffering so much at home
this few words we share across the screen
mean more to me...then you will ever know
Zia Jan 2020
i float in the air
and let loose my hair
every time you stare
like i'm the prettiest mare
you have in your lair
pnam Jan 2020
Bits and bytes over the wire
Kindled the LDR love so far
Poetic verses heart inspire
First meeting feelings unbar

Mind and heart inquire
Intellect wins emotions ajar
She said ain't gonna work esquire
This LDR love flees bare

Then came her note
Hard to let go, you still mine?
May be it ain't over yet
Give it some more time

Listen to  hearts plea
Let it be free
Today it's only seven,
Twenty five may beckon

Eighteen days to next date
LDR love will update
Not for good bye
But for two hearts to fly
LDR = Long distance relationship
Jan 7, 2020
Cullen Donohue Jan 2020
So, I’m no good at online dating / That is to say I do this to myself / After a couple days of messaging, a woman asks me to write her a poem / I see this as a good thing / We have a 97% match according to the algorithm / And she says she likes the beetles / And I say I don’t like typos / I tell her I will write her a poem / And I won’t give that poem to you because it was for her / I will tell you, it began with dung beetles / I waxed poetic about how they carry **** around for three things: / love / food / and a home. / Of course I don’t know that dung beetles experience romantic love / Or I don't know that / But I do know they stare at the stars / They are the only other animal on this planet we’ve found that does that / I wonder if they — too — get lost in fireflies / There is a place in Tennessee I haven’t  been to yet / but my brother lives close by / and the fireflies there, they synchronize their lights while mating / I compare this to the planets lining up / How people assign such power and luck to small dots in the sky / How people assign luck to the dots on a lady bug’s back / How people assign luck to lady bugs / How lady bugs got their name and are perceived as a religious symbol / So are dung beetles / I’m sorry — they preferred the term scarabs / They used to push the sun across the sky / We used to give such power to such small things / And all they are doing is searching for is: / love / food / and a home. / The poem I send her is filled with Beatles references, too / Because I wanted her to know I actually knew what she was saying / Because all we need is love / Because all I really want to do is hold her hand / Because I'd just seen a face I can't forget / She doesn’t like the joke / Or the poem / Or me / Or I assume / because she never messages back / I still hope she finds those three things / Love / Food / and Home.
pnam Dec 2019
In this new world so connected digitally
Online with your smartphone or desktop continuously
Every touch or click with your fingers sublimely
Connecting messaging chatting seductively
Rush of dopamine brain lives ecstatically
Bits and bytes that rise and fall emotionally
Waiting for physical touch earnestly
LDR love seem to be extraordinarily
Yet to see LDR grows into LTR eventually
LDR = Long Distance Relationship
LTR = Long Term Relationship
Dated Dec 2019
Max Neumann Dec 2019
emma, 13 years old.
alfredo, 61.

emma: hi grandpa nice to see you what's your wifi-password?

alfredo: i don't have wifi.

emma: written altogether?
Today is a good day.
Clay Face Dec 2019
I claw and drool for social acknowledgement.

I’m so blind by the drive, I’m not disgusted by the animal I am and others I admire.

Degrading and defacing myself in the process.

Leave a compliment, for attention and false exchange of treatment.

I hold my phone incapable of moan.

This thing.

It doesn’t care about me.

Neither do the people on it.

My family does.

But I must find acceptance from my peers.
I have to steal their eyes and ears.
They do it, so I must too.
Throw away all my integrity, of which there is few.
Anton Oct 2019
It all began that  night,
when you were lonely,
that one night when he left,
that one-night you'd never forget
he broke your trust and shattered your heart,
left you glum, heart-broken, and full of misery,

You decided to go online and have a little fun,
Just to escape the pain and forget the thing he has done,
I was online that time with no one to talk to,
Decided to have a chat with a stranger like you,
little that I know you were broken-hearted too,
then i made up my mind and tried to approach you (virtually),

The conversation he had gone longer than it was supposed to,
two more nights and I mustered my courage then planned to tell you how I felt for you,
I wasn't expecting to get a positive reply from you but,
somehow you told me that maybe you love me too,

Nights went longer and we ain't sad no more,
for there it was, the love that we were waiting for,
together with us, in our hearts and soul,
for each night that we had simple talks but went on longer,
we always end it with a mutual "Goodnight, I love you."

A month went on, we still contact each other,
As the nights grow longer your replies became shorter,
As this went on, I couldn't help but worry and cry,
what if I will be abandoned  again just like the last time,
what if all those nights will just  turn out as wasted time,
why would you waste those wonderful nights of our stupidity and amusement,
with a little bit of satisfaction and pleasure sometimes,

months went on and had passed us by,
decided to meet  this secret lover in real life,
we met as planned but didn't get along as expected,
I was too shy and that is never exaggerated,
I was your banker and you were my boss,

I keep your money (not really yours),and tell me when to procure,
as the days go on i kept on thinking that maybe you never really loved me at all,
you only kept me so you could brag it to your friends and at school,
well I know I was never ever cool at all,nope not once,

maybe we should have never met at all,
maybe we should have stayed friends,
maybe just lovers over the phone,
just like how we started, back as virtual lovers.
love anton
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