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annh Nov 2019
Have you seen my granny?
She shoots like Johnny Wayne,
Smokes cigarettes like Garbo,
Sings like Kelly in the rain.

She's doubtless at the movies
Watching Audrey zip 'round Rome,
And wishing she were young enough
To run away from home.

My nana laughs like Rita,
Plays chess like Steve McQueen,
She smoulders like her heroes do
Up on that silver screen.

Have you seen my granny?
She loves Bogart and Bacall,
And in her dreams forever
She is blonde and six-foot tall.
Third verse NOT a team player. Will revisit. Gotta go!

‘Movies, to him and the majority of the planet, are an enhancement to a life. The way a glass of wine complements a dinner. I’m the other way around. I’m the kind of person who eats a few bites of food so that my stomach can handle the full bottle of wine I’m about to drink.’
- Patton Oswalt, Silver Screen Fiend: Learning About Life from an Addiction to Film
effie ebbtide Oct 2019
oh LCD night! the incandescent yesterday
is burning to the touch--
my cathode-ray tube dreams, once switched off,
leave a film of electricty that leaves a shock on your finger
whenever you touch the doorknob.

the streetlights turn off when i step under them
and only when i look to them they glow.
i must have passed by this light a thousand times
and not once did i stop and think of it as anything
but a dim, yellowed, moth-ridden reminder
of the departed souls of roadkill
underneath.

how many secrets are hidden beneath this concrete?
how much bubbling rage does gravel conceal?
remember
Dylan Jones Aug 2019
Connect me please, I can't be alone
It's so dark without my screen
A piece of you stuffed in a pocket
A disease aimed to please

Leach the life from your host
Spread your posts, gather the likes
Between the fingers rests a drug
Without it can only be death

Powers that be create anew
Upgrade to another addiction
Eyes will dry up from the attention
You'll never be alone.
I sometimes fight with myself on how often I spend online. It's how I relax, how I sometimes work, how I feel myself. Yet a large part of me wants separation, to be out in the woods without flashing lights and the sounds of videos. Yet, we all know that there would be a phone in my pocket. You know, "just in case".
Humble Mar 2019
Heartbreak,
is watching your phone
fall and then your screen cracks
looking like Spider-Man's web.

Until then,
you haven't experienced heartbreak.
Ughhhh
Steve Page Mar 2019
Movies are
at their best
tightly scripted
bravely casted
boldly acted
richly promoted
highly rated
Poetry
Some movies move me.
Alle Jan 2019
you reach forward,
stretching to take
my hand in yours,
but when i reciprocate
and extend my hand
all my fingers brush
is a cold screen
and i realise
you were just an image,
a figment
of my imagination
My fingers stroke a ***** screen
Aching to feel his skin beneath them
I lay next to it pretending I'm really there beside him
We stare at eachother
Knowing we have other things to do
The energy so magnetic we delay leaving
I'm living & breathing here
But my heart is so far away
I yearn to hear his voice , see his face
To know he is safe and well
The fact that we dream under the same sky
Should bring comfort
But  sunset is just not the same through a picture
Our moments are shared and stored
But my desire is to feel them completely
I would gladly weather any storm
If he were literally next to me
For how can I shun the wind and the rain
While I sit with my blessing
They have their purpose in life
And I believe his is to love me as I love him
For now until what I want comes to be
I'll appreciate that God thought fondly enough to have our paths
Cross and be so interwined
That I get to laugh, love, smile, and be weird
Even if for now it's through a screen
DancingEnt Dec 2018
We only see each other
Through pixels on a screen
But the way you live your life
Makes me want to scream

Once beautiful and pure
You've given into drugs
And now your arms are too thin
To give out your famous hugs

Eyes glossed in every picture
It's enough to break your heart
Your smile and your aura
Were once a work of art

And I know that you are struggling
It's something we all do
I hope someday you reach out
And stop destroying you.
Old friends die hard.
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