Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
dj Mar 2014
[PART ONE]
xeroxed, RT'd and plagiarized
so many times on so many blogs
tween blogs to republican blogs
to blogs in Russia and
blogs no one ever scrolls though...
original content is prey
but I have a warning for they:

overrated, over-shared
content aggregators beware
the lines you swap can
rot and ware
the World Wide Web
does not care.

[PART TWO]
original content
original contests
original continent
original controversy
original coordination between strangers
original calvary riding their connection into the battlefield of internet memes; creating nothing and sharing everything

[COMMENTARY]
original nothing, nowhere, nobody except facebook "Funny Vidoes!" & "Cool Quotes!". 'Like' pages whose sole originality lies within their own existence but nothing they share. They steal from the rest of the web and re-post what they find for out-of-the-loop troglodytes; often done so in inferior context and with no perspective. The 'refried beans' phenomenon, I call it. I find it fitting because 'refried beans' are a double misnomer. The name comes from 'frijoles refritos' - which means 'well-fried' not 'refried'. They are also never traditionally fried more than once. Yet the name sticks, it gets repeated, it gets re-shared and now that's what they are: refried beans. This phenomenon is why I believe art and all original content eventually become so over-shared and overrated that it's no longer interesting but irritating. These three parts of the poem "Original Content" are separated in abstract authorial presentation. The author has clearly expressed his dislike for the disjunct un-imagination of the internet and presents it as such.

[PART THREE]
original authors losing control of their audiences who believe they are the creators and the artist's art is somewhat shareable
original miscommunication between web 1.0 and web 2.0 reality
original alphabet they use to type on their keyboards
original grammar they learned in school
original money their gov't printed
original content they re-post
original refried beans
original content
orginal contet
ogrinal cotent
ognal ctt
oc
.
Kagami Apr 2014
We know time as an old friend,
A match maker,
A protector.
I didn't fall, but I want you to help me to my feet.
Tell me that no matter what, what we have made will
Not fail. We are too much for that.

It scares me: how much I care.
I am no where near dependent on you.
If I was I'd have died a long time ago.
The time shared between us made us stronger, and
Made me drift away.

It scares me: how much I love you.
I've started dreaming again of a future. A comfort
Of home that we made ourselves.
You being more of a housewife than I.
Yet, I do my fair share.

Recently, I imagined a swelled belly and a book
Resting on my chest. I teach you how to make home made teas.
And you feed me.

I imagined you kissed my belly and spoke to the life we created.
Maybe it is far fetched, but I have imagined.
And in my mind, we are happy.

I don't know if we are now.
I still constantly worry that the next time I say "I love you"
You will say "I don't."

And yet, Cupid is an old friend.
And he knows time as an old friend.
The feathers on his heart shaped arrows unravel,
But it makes distance bearable.

And yet, I wish for my fair share.
Gave him my sandwich
Because he was hungry, and
Wouldn't have eaten.
But I have something greater...
He needed that more.
Give a man a sandwich, you'll feed him for a day (or if he's a teenage boy, for an hour)
Give a man the gospel, and you'll feed his soul for eternity.

— The End —