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Kate Lion Feb 2013
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We've made iPhone covers for our hearts
So we can pretend that we're just texting when it feels awkward just connecting,
face-down on the pavement of another human soul.
Ellie Belanger Aug 2014
there is a buzzing
     it's coming from the walls
the tiny electrical snaps and synapses
the mindhive that seethes
the radios and beeping pulses
we have reached the
singularity.
read about it
Just Melz Aug 2014
You're a sight for sore eyes
Been blinded by the light
Too many times
Waves upon waves
Of color changing iconic notions
Fueled up emotions and sad faces
Shadows and shapes shining bright
At the height of the modern age

A different way to accentuate the names we put inside our minds
Digital rhymes change the journey we travel
When it unravels, we share, post and tag
A lag and we're lost in the dim lights of what we do next
Shifting through pages of endless faces, words and updates

Times alienate the importance of touch
Yet the ignorance has a much higher impact
Than the influence of how to overreact
Observe this society....
Is this how our lives were meant to be,
Staring at phones and computer screens?

**** this technology, for taking you away from me
Taking moms from children and dads from jobs
Making every other relationship lose trust and feel wrong
**** this technology for what it does to me
What it does to you, to society.
**** this technology, but don't you dare try to take my phone from me.
l Aug 2014
I want to speak your language. The language of warfare. Intellectual fornication. Lewd romance.

I want your socio. Your mad scientist. I want your hot breath and the touch of your whip.

I want your contradictions and your lies. Your formulas and numbers. I want your cold, cold hands upon mine.
first posted June 19, 2011. title is Japanese wordplay for "killing the heart"
Christie Jones Aug 2014
It seems nice to hold an ideal reputation,
Nowadays we engineer them.
With a perfect filter, an edited word.
No worry in your tongue slipping.
When you finally take your eyes off, and notice the way the sun creates a sky of bright pink and orange, just as its about to say goodnight, are you happy taking it in? Just breathing in and out?
It seems nice to feel connected to others.
But what about your significant other?
Is he even significant? Or just another face,
that you can use,
to prove to others,
that your life,
is as pretty as the sun you always seem to miss, just as its about to say goodnight,
because you'd rather strain your eyes on a screen,
stressing about your impression on others,
then experience bliss, in the form of kinesthetic reality,
so perfectly imperfect.
I wrote this, inspired by the disconnect that I am seeing a lot of today. We often go to technology to satisfy some kind of need for a sense of belonging, when really we are all just becoming more and more lonely. Look up and live your life today, free from your smartphone, you just may be glad you did.
MonkeyZazu Aug 2014
Shooting myself with another needle of cutting edge,
my desire for the latest and greatest continues my addiction.
Where's my IV!? I need more electricity.
Without constantly being jacked in and distracted by others,
I’m left with the one thing I can’t bare to endure – myself.
Who needs dreams when exist
virtual realities of dazzling graphical effects,
unreal visuals that I’m actually conscious of.
Screens dispersing artificial radiance bare all,
but blind me from what's real.
Google is my omnipotent god.
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