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witchy woman Jan 2017
empty aching, waking
to cold feet and
grey blinds shadowing
the lusterless world outside.

deserted suburb, thoughts racing
minds fumbling, trying
to get past their persisting knots,
prying.

heavy headed, how can I not be? many conflictions, strange decisions
shadowing the small cracks
in lifes lens- I wander blindly.

silent world, technological hum fills the tense void. it is almost still
but if you listen close,
a quiet, violent noise.

a swarm of a thousand locusts; the moments before they cast themselves upon a city. we are are the waiting, herded to our daily lives- like dull, dusky sheep.

can you hear it? it is coming
change is in the air; do not hide- no, there is no use running.
for it will consume all of us inevitably.

crushed petals,
another budding rose,
smothered-
by our manifested reality.
Where is the world going in such a rush?
Maddy Van Buren Jan 2017
i am a robot
machine
i was conditioned to believe
success is documentation
standing in line and sitting rows
write down sentences
regurgitate
regurgitate
survive
blindly
now i am successful,
what is there to do
Ira Desmond Jan 2017
Avert your eyes
from looking directly
at the monster.

Look only through
that reflective shield,
that glowing rectangle

that parades a
distorted vision of
the objective self,

that which in
dark moments may
suddenly shut off,

revealing one’s face:
inverted, expressionless, petrified—
like when the

mirror of Perseus
at last revealed
Medusa’s horrifying visage.
George Krokos Jan 2017
We tend to embrace technology with open arms
but are not really mindful of how much it harms.
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From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Tricks and higher education,
Training and development,
I let artificial intelligence,
The Android A.I. system,
Suggest me words and phrases,
In an experiment where I am,
Letting the poem write itself.
An Artificial Intelligence experiment held.

My HP Poem #1352
©Atul Kaushal
Ernie Wong Dec 2016
A table for two,
For you and me.
Food on our plates,
With cups of tea.

We chatted and laughed,
Till night turns to day.
But never once that you did,
Without your phone, you speak.

Beneath the palm trees,
On a bed of snow.
Laughter, Tears, full of joy,
Feels like time had never flowed.

Again, you reached for your pocket,
And whipped out your phone.
Texting, calling, and gaming,
What about me, am I all alone?

At my favorite concert,
A theatrics of shows.
Singing, dancing, cheering,
Not a single sad soul.

However, it's not just you,
Everyone was on their phones.
Recording, recording, and recording,
Crowds became monotone.

It led me to think,
Can we truly exist,
Even just for a day,
Without a phone's assist?
It's not always that we get to spend quality time together with our loved ones, attend a concert/performance, and even just engaging in small talks over meals.

Do we really need to use our phones? Is that message that important? That call? Or maybe, your game?

Cherish every single time you get to spend with those you love. Try not to reach for your phone. Put it to rest, and enjoy the conversations with those around you.

It's the littlest of things that will make the most differences, in the end.
ALC Dec 2016
Oh my goodness, am I going crazy
Because my head is spinning and everything is hazy?

I am standing up, testing the ground
Making sure I’m not falling down.

This world is spinning and I can’t stand it.
Its falling threw, taking everyone with it.

My eyes search for faces
But everything’s washing away
Rains hitting the ground
We’re all slipping away.

We look to one another,
But what to say?
We’re hopeless communicators
We’re drowning away.

We left this world, letting it slip.
Left it go for a simple click

-ALC (October 22, 2014)
Kash Dec 2016
I'm empty
So I look to my finger tips
To scavenge the internet
Looking for meaning
Or emotional leaning
I've never really found it
Whatever it is I search for
But I keep coming back
Despite my record of regret
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