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Kindness Kills Oct 2017
The road looks bumpy from down here
I'm sorry that sleepwalking me loves jackhammers
And wondering what else she can mess up
Without a concept to time to tell her when to stop

I'm sorry about my gasoline decisions and my flaming attitude
I burn everything I touch
Nothing near me  goes undamaged
Nothing  near me stays
I can no longer tell if I'm setting these fires while I'm awake or not
Though I doubt it even makes a difference

Somethings crept it's way under my skin
I haven't been myself for weeks
Every word seems to roll off your tongue in just the wrong way
I'm not saying it your fault
I swear i see a slyness in your eyes
I'm not saying its your fault

My pens have run dry and so I have I
I have said all I can say
I must now be on my way
I wish nothing but the best of you
edited oldie
Genesis Jamphong Oct 2017
Clicking fingers typing away feelings
Sad-mad clad with smiles publicly exposed
"Imma look happy" your pic says in post,
Yet in another, as though leaves falling.
Feed filled with furious, angry words that mock.
Subtly seeking gentle tap on the back
Or bent down of head for a slight mild whack
Fast-paced tapping, eyes on screen round the clock.
Go away then from that white bird and "f."
Strike a match. Turn to ashes that pink cam.
Unglance from the ghost feat dog-faced pictures.
Enjoy, run around, show off that quiff.
Strive, be on top of things, as though a ram.
The world ain't just ones and zeros but pastures.
MARK RIORDAN Sep 2017
TRUMP IS PRESIDENT
AMERICA CAN TELL
HOLLYWOOD IS UNHAPPY
AND AS MAD AS HELL



TRUMP IS PRESIDENT
LETS HAVE A TWEET
WHEN I TWEET
ITS REALLY SWEET



TRUMP IS PRESIDENT
THE EMMYS A NEW HOST
WOW WHAT AN AUDIENCE
HE SURE CAN BOAST



TRUMP IS PRESIDENT
AUSTRALIA HAS TURNBULL
NORTH KOREA IS COMING
IT COULD GET HURTFULL



TRUMP IS PRESIDENT
OUR WORLD IN DESPAIR
BUT TRUMP STILL HAS
HIS FLOWING GOLDEN HAIR



TRUMP IS PRESIDENT
RUSSIA CHINA KOREA
THE UNITED NATIONS ARE IN
TRUMPS REAR VIEW MIRROR
HERE ARE A SELECTION OF TWEETS I AM SENDING TO PROMOTE MY BOOK I THINK THEY ARE QUITE CLEAVER PLEASE LET ME KNOW.
Chiquita Sep 2017
O Internet what would have I done
If you didn't provide me
With the things that I need.
I'll have no friends to speak
No information to grasp for my project ;
No songs, no downloads, no movies
No maps to use when I'm lost my way;
Facebook, Twitter will not exist
Cyber bullying will not be at risk
Through you, the world has gone
Better and worse,
As you provide knowledge to the mind
And corruption to the soul;
May the world realise how good you are,
And you may stay where ever you.
A little imagination of mine, how the world will be without Internet
thepoeticwit Aug 2017
You scream
You cry
You curse
at the wind

You let it all out
not wanting to hold it
within.

Let it all out
On Twitter;
Like a bird
in the lonely air
yet full of other
winged creatures
full of care

Like a bird
in lonely skies
you twitter;
you know,
it's either they
hear you or they
don't.

You tweet,
knowing followers
don't pay much
attention.

You tweet,
your sadness and frustrations
Wanting help
to pull you from hell.

You're lost,
just waiting to be found.
But you know
while you need that
You don't want the pity,
You don't want the reactions
You don't want the pressures
You don't want to be looked down upon
You don't want the pain

You don't want the
You don't want to
You don't want
You don't
You

You
Twitter,
not knowing
someone is watching from the distance
not knowing that person cares for you
while he, not knowing how to tell you:

I want to help you.
I can find you and I can save you.

I just don't know how to,
since you tweet like live birds
sing in the sky

Talking to you
May very well be
shooting you down.
To the friend I want to seek and save.
'Imagine A Brave New World.
Where all tyranny rests
inside a crypt named "Constitution,"
and Communism becomes America's ideal.'

Bringing
    Everything
   Altogether
S ocially
             Technologically

Oh brave new world,
such a strange old place...
huckster's abound
for the sleeping *a
wake.
ta
keen
sum
si't
JR Rhine Jul 2017
our president is
waging Thumb Wars

pressing the button
another pinball appears

he pulls back the spring
and hits send

watching the vociferous orb
encapsulated with incorrigibility
ricochet across the continents

the hemispheres
the stratospheres

across every neighborhood
and nation

bing bing boing

the barricades throb
and eyes light up
as the points
begin to rack up

1
2
3
4

he    got-ta    new-high    score

wow

such big thumbs
for such tiny hands
Mikkel Mathiesen Jul 2017
Remove my hands from my throat
Let me escape the white inevitable screen
Red upon blue wires strangles me
Everyone else is already dead
The white light ate them
Split and obsessed with confirmation
Impatient to get recognized
Indistinguishable personalities judged by each other
Because a heart per day keeps the Reaper away
And hungry they wander the masses
Brainless and forever starving
Dissolving in their own expectations
Layer upon layer they change, though, never evolve
Eternally forgotten in themselves

Who are they?
Everyone alike
Who am I?
I fear; everyone alike
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