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ZL Sep 2015
There is no worse pain
than seeing babies grow
into kids who hardly ever
call your name.

It's hard to compete with the world,
it's glory, it's beauty, it's fame.

Is my generation to blame?
Dina Zivkovic Sep 2015
I need to say that sleeping is...
hard to achieve when your goals are set high, and yet something prevents me
to convey just how difficult rest is to apply to your day to day life
trying to get by
Every year around this time I get weird without knowing why...
Leaves start to fall and my body starts shutting down in depression that won't let me live my life happily without dodging the darts, here's my vain confession, I'm scrolling through a lie, reading stupid people's denials... just an advice:
don't let them tell you that you don't suffice... you **** well know what you have to do, just shut them up with a smile that says "I hate you too" ;)
ConnectHook Sep 2015


A signifying monkey grunted
(keyboard-clever, morals stunted)

from his perch in a digital tree.
And next, did text (quite rapidly):

“Courtship rituals won’t suffice.
Face-to-face can’t break the ice.

Instagram me! Tweet me up . . .
friend me, like me, buttercup.

Sentences are so outmoded—
take too long to get decoded;

primate sexting hits me faster,
steers me towards your hot disaster.

Female monkeys: send an image.
(Ain’t got time for useless verbiage…)

if your snout just might unseat me
tweet me, greet me—don’t delete me.”

Then, unpeeling fresh banana,
searched his screen for Vox Humana. . .
https://connecthook.wordpress.com/mine/various/

ConnectHook Sep 2015
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U text me dis
I text U dat
She dissed my dis
I sent last Sat.

U LOL’ed
on down the list
I sexted sixth—
my 7th missed.

U banned my width
I booked your face
U twittered on—
She saved my space.

U scrolled me down
He tweeted smiles
We USB’ed,
recharging miles . . .

U giga-bit
encrypted files;
I saved as mine
and cached denials.

In digital
we re-erased,
then Skyped our souls
and interfaced.
Babylon is falling...
Shawn Aug 2015
Please RSVP
to the event which is my life
and don't forget to follow me
might you please like?!

<pause>

It's been days
& virtually
no likes.
But that's how we judge our self-worth
and give meaning to proceeding in life.

SLAPPED in the face
by an opening door.
My past flashes forward
as I hit the floor.

Liked by many
Disliked by more
I used to relish in the love of my haters
like a *****.

Always high
from the love of my admirers

I did not care to be judged
in the social court room
of people for higher.

A hand pulls me towards
the future
which is now
my present
in the past

Pulled forward
to the door
which took me back.

I liked that girl.
She was an ultimate me.
She did not care
to RSVP.

Yanked forth once more
from the protruding arm out the door.

Hesitant I

shoes nervously glued to space
in this time.

Please RSVP?
to the event
which is me?!

I'm guest of honor
*****!

I took my shoes off
and walked in freely.
Mak Waddle Aug 2015
Ping!
What is that?
Ping!
What is that sound?
Ping!
My facebook?

I have a message?
I have a message!
Is it from him?
No,
It's from that guy.
That guy I "met"
While we were at camp

Why would he message me?
It was nice.
It was thoughtful.
It was kind.
Thank you,
For the pleasant surprise.
Jeremy Rascon Aug 2015
How quiet the night is
I say as I loudly tap
On my phone
Erasing and rewriting
Statuses
Only to realize
You can't be profound on facebook
Society has made sure of that.
This handy dandy
Mini pocket computer
Connects me to the world,
It assures that never will I
Never can I
Be alone.
Yet as I scroll
Through the friends list,
The contacts,
The snapchat stories,
Endless feeds,
Its clear I am only one person
Out of billions.
Barely noticeable.
Its hard to be unique
When all the clever usernames
Have been taken
And you don't know
How to use emojis.  
I do not compute,
Nor do I really want to.
Instant.
Gratification.
A like.
A fleeting comment.
A bit of attention.
This doesn't last forever, need I mention?

We paint picture perfect lives
as if it were the truth.
Rarely do people post about times
when they're discouraged or feeling blue.

Our lives seem enviable, but you don't see what occurs behind doors.
The mundane moments no one wants to disclose.

With social media I find myself becoming more distant, yet feeling more connected in an instant. Making so called friends that I never talk to in person. Adding to a list of people that I pretend to know and ignoring the ones I say I care for.

Then there's the selfish gratification. It's all about me. Here's another one of my selfies. But somehow I find that I compare myself endlessly. And so do you and so does he. It's a game we aren't aware we signed up for. Yet the mutual agreement is we all score.
Social media can be great and also terrible at times. Don't get me wrong- I'm all for selfies but I think sometimes we can become a little shallow and conceited from them.
Ron Sparks Jul 2015
the trial
is over; the
debate’s just beginning
they’ve all just earned their Facebook law
degree
XIII Jun 2015
Bad internet!
Feeding you with many things to compare to.
Like someone else's relationship, degree, traveled places, and many others. Thus, making you think that yours is a miserable one. Worse is we all know its effects to us, but we keep coming back.
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