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Johnathan locke Jun 2015
Instagram, twitter,
Snap chat all.
Selfi,post this,
Lets go to the mall!

Annoying, redundant,
Useless spaces.
Look at me, look at me,
says all the faces
I hate social media.
We tell our joys
We tell our woes
We tell our perspective
Of the world
through our eyes
We "Share" the cliches
that ring nice
But, not really ours
and far from real life

A virtual utopia
Where goodness thrive
But in reality, It's a bee hive
Busy fishing praises
and counting "Likes"
Are we feeding the ego?
Or are we pleading eyes?
Or are we just birds
Singing gaily at sunrise?
Em or Finn Apr 2015
We haven't talked in awhile
Your voice like silk
Bringing a smile with it
Something I haven't done for months
I talk to you on Twitter
The bird a messenger to our secret conversation
Every time a white message box pops up
Every time I get a notification from you
My heart skips a beat
For every word you write, every sentence
Is worth the couple seconds it takes to read
We have a lot in common
We both have eating disorders
That couldn't be more different
We love the same music
As we rock out on Facetime
And laugh at my shyness and stupidity
Yet without social media
We would have never met.
I would never have smiled.
I would never have lived.
Idk what this is but yeah =^_^=
Kate Lion Apr 2015
We're like birds who've lost
our voices.  Trying to tweet,
but no sound comes out.
Kate Lion Apr 2015
Scroll through the newsfeed
that feeds anything but your
starving human soul.
ABadPenname Apr 2015
Because Instagram is my medium, and because somewhere deep down--in that place that no one talks about--it makes me feel immensely validated: putting out my ******* and receiving little bits of peer approval in return... Because I still smoke too fast when I want that short indulgent rush to last the most, so light another. Because the Itunes visualizer is an assured source of inspiration when I am feeling small about the universe, and about the 5-ish senses that I am confined to, and because there is too much of me to simply be kept quiet; because the things I want are wanted too completely to shut up about. Because I am doing excellent, and I want everybody in the world to applaud me for it--for my relentless and unyielding grasp of sanity, which often slips without my sureness be-ing lost along with it, and because the wreckage is a comfy place to lie when everything comes down to it...
Because admitting to yourself that you are addicted is the first step to recovery--or so I am told,,, and because denial is the first step one must fall from if they're itching to reach bottom... Because I am tired of climbing and have learned--among all else--how to enjoy the weightlessness of this long fall and the uncertainty it brings: uncertainty being my one true love, alongside mistress logic, who I truly LOVE returning to with open arms, seeking her comfort after a long long trip-- where I can walk winter without minding cold, and can enjoy seeing all the sights and all the Mad, Mad characters that wonderland contains. Because there is no 'character limit' nor is there censorship where I am concerned. Because I crave the criticism: that repetition is a cheaters way to write--and I want to cheat life's limitations and all social standards every chance I get. Because above all else, below all else, I want to clarify that--through every lesson I have taken-in since recently deceased December, and through all I have learned painfully, through the confusion and unrecognized irrelevance,
Because the greatest thing that I have learned thus far is: I am learning.
tribalsociety Feb 2015
What has the world become?
Over come by the perfect image,
Measuring your value,
By the amount of likes you've got,
Can you not?

Since when do other people determine who you are?
Has world gone that far?
Seeing all these perfect pictures on every social network,
Edited and photoshopped beyond recognition,
Was that really your parents vision?

Stop looking at the world as a template,
Value yourself first and the world will value you.
Social Media...sometimes I wonder what the world would be without you.

Social media,we're so obsessed with you,
How can I think less of you?
So much stress caused by you.
Yet, I'm so impressed by you!*

I.L
GGA Jan 2015
Oversharing on your social feed
Everyone knows your wants and needs
Save for those who really care
To the rest of us you need not bear
Your lunch and dinner were had, we see
Relationship status updated several times a week
How can it be?
I remember a day we shared with ourselves
Worries and whims on paper with pen
In a book called a journal or diary
it would have been
Discreet it was then
As it should be again
I can't wait for the sharing to end.
Gwen Pimentel Jan 2015
we aren't mute
we aren't shy
we aren't strangers

yet we remain with not a word escaping our mouths, staring into little rectangles of light.
GGA Dec 2014
Tilted heads stare into spaces.
Tilted heads around dinner tables.
Tilted heads walking down city streets.
Tilted heads as they walk on the beach.

Sitting side by side in street cafes.
Searching postings of weekend retreats.
Never bothered by voices expressed.
Self-absorbed and consumed but never suppressed.

Over-share meals, feelings, and pangs,
GPS tells us your when and your where.
Pictures in mirrors, duck lipped eyes wide.
Never a moment too private, declared!

Be well, be good, and please keep in touch.
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