I am writing this just to keep sane Stop switching lanes and deal with the pain I’m going to stay same and never give in to shame I don’t see this as a game, what I’m saying is real That’s why you feel every line that I spill Every emotion comes from the notion That we are the panacea for the poison Explosion of our hearts started with the sparks That ignited our greed amidst the dark So now we find ourselves led by the misled Bred like a hoard of cattle waiting to be shred We focus on materials and ignore the cries ‘Cause it’s easier to watch from an iPad, as a baby dies We work, struggle, and beg for a promotion Instead of pouring our hearts into a positive devotion Every person fueled by their own ambition And integrity is at loss on our way to this mission
People tried to convince me To stop writing about you-- I would be convinced, but you're trapped in my veins, and i'm afraid, the only way to set you free is to cut my veins one by one, until there's nothing left for me.
i hate how we can’t ******* hang out without people looking at their **** phones {except i check mine too} i hate how technology has the audacity to imitate physical presence by this ******* FaceTiming {except i wish i had an iPhone} i hate how relationships take place on the ******* phone {except if i had a relation, i would do the same} i hate how we type how we feel instead of just saying it {except i find it easier to see it in text than to say it in speech} i hate how we spend time on the computer instead of taking a ******* walk {except i spend all day on the computer}
i hate this new ******* technologically advanced generation {except i'm a part of it}
It has become appallingly clear that our technology has surpassed our humanity
I confide in her Stuttering slurring “I-i t-think I may sort of i-love ….. him” Condescendingly emotionless She says “Yeah I believe it” This is old news to her New to me only “But I don’t want to” I whine Hoping she looks in my eyes Sees my fear The Terror That racks my mind
She smiles I don’t know I she saw it “That why its called Falling Not Jumping Sweetie And I know you aren’t afraid of heights Just of falling”
this is the first i found ok to post but i really like it and yeah.. my point is this is apart of a bunch of my poems called anti-depressants that i written in the past couple months or so