No Phone, No phone, No phone's today
you have to put your phone away
No looking down at screens all-day
You have to put your phone away
Look up, look out, engage, be free
Without your phone now you can see
See here and now
Be here and now...with me
Real-life not fake
No phone today
Give it a break
“Why worry that I was going to **** myself if you don’t even seem to care I’m alive?“
Sent 12:00 AM
I was never suicidal
And I never sent my Father that text
Because he would just ignore it
He never picks up the phone when I call
He believes that we will all meet in heaven someday
So there’s no point in regularly speaking here on earth
At least, that’s what it seems like to me but,
I would throw my phone down a ten story building
If I thought it would make him pick up the **** thing
Not even if he saw it fall in front of him after I dropped it from my balcony
THESE GADGETS I DESPISE
TOLD I NEED THEM TO SURVIVE
AS THEY ARE GETTING FLATTER
SO IS OUR MOOD
WHERE IS THE INSPIRATION
NATURE EFFORTLESSLY SHARES
YET DEVICES MUST HAVE
ONE MILLION FEATURES TO CAPTURE OUR
FOR ONE SECOND
A CHARGE OF LIGHTNING WOULD CAUSE ME LESS PAIN
YET WHERE IS MY APOLOGY?
SORE FROM THIS TECHNOLOGY
IN AWE OF THIS ENVIRONMENT
STILL, IT'D BE AN HONOUR TO BE STRUCK BY
YOU. MOTHER GAIA
Empty pleasures, too many options and choices that are actually turning us backwards. Looking towards more and more gadgets or material 'goods' for happiness can make you feel so empty. It cannot fulfil what the natural world was made to do.
I've got numbers that never show.
I'll never see another text
From those asleep in an oak box.
I screenshot them; kept like dead leaves
I hope it never ends
I hope it never .
Nobody cares anymore.
Money makes the world go round
Not the orbit of the sun.
The universe doesn’t matter anymore.
They say that we should keep our eyes wide open
But their eyes are glued down
At the screens that feed them information
Whether it is true or false
We don’t know anymore
We just go with it since we know no better.
As you get older
You accept the world
Instead of questioning it like you should.
So many things you could do
But you are cut off from it
Your eyes are blocked off behind the mask.
I wonder how many miles
Our thumbs must have scrolled
On our screens.
“Look at the moon,” they say
“Of course,” they reply but once they sit outside
They are back to scrolling through their phones.
“Slow down,” I want to say
“Everything will be okay.”
But everyone keeps rushing all the same.
They ignore the skies
And instead find their gold
In cheap, plastic, machine-made stars.
laying in a bed of wild flowers in a clearing in a wood
a gentle breeze brings the scent of the flowers
the silent sound of the wood
and a flap of a bird, the cry of an animal
sunlight breaks through the leaves to
and peace washes
THEN the music from my phone
Turn your phone off when walking in the woods.
before these buttons strolled
that look like one...
people switch their bones
and lick each others' flesh
they ask questions
as to why nails aren't pink
when it isn't
isn't as loud
as the ones from horses
before these tabs came
it was the sky
that enjoy stares
as if eyes know
battles between busy stars
before these batteries came
people sit too close
to warmth from fire
while their teeth
enjoy the silence
that munch meals
just before bed time
I am thinking this poem of mine is an investigation into whether we have lost the things that made us whole. What should we blame it on? Us or the idea of us? I simply used the phone to check this thought of mine out.
I look around and all I see
are people staring, not at me
Instead they stare into a void
A small white light
their brains destroyed
This small white light holds evil power
Your mind it can control
The device of reckless, lifeless nothing
So leaving is the soul
As the call ended
So did we
Between our phones
Not only the connection broke
But also the hearts,
that were connected as well