#screens
A spotlight on an empty dance floor
A sunrise no one sees anymore
Lonely stars, once worshipped, ignored
Even the universe renders us bored
Can't see life with our chins on our chests
Swiping away days we should have kept
Always more more more, yet still feel bereft
We trade humanity for vanity not realizing it's theft
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 3:39 PM UTC
Our bones tied to the bed,
Our will chained to the frame,
Our wanting began to fade
As it withered into the shade.
Yet, facing our heads, inside our rooms,
A cold light loomed
A beacon in the night
Coloured our faces white.
Its hue did call
Again and again
Amidst the neglect, the mold
That gathered in our nests.
Cramped by the mess,
Too sedated to fight,
We abandoned the world
For the light of another.
At our minds it clawed,
Kept our eyes opened
Like a speculum hooked our gaze
And in a daze
Kept us in the haze.
Alone in our lairs,
Connected by air,
We morphed to larvae
Inside our cocoons.
We spent our days
Watching the clock
That, on the corner,
Ticked as we knocked
Thumbs on the letters
That spelled the notes
Of prisoners
Who gripped with lust
The bars of their own cells.
Yet we cursed, we screamed
For answers to our disarray.
Silence was all there seemed,
Yet, inside the screen,
Hundreds of answers
Split us a hundred ways.
I'd read it, I'd see it
Into the light so neat
The reasons for our state
The causes of our fate
Our existence bled the pus
Of their greed and lust,
They, who injected us
With a digital drug
That curved our backs
Forward as we walked.
Our necks stretched
As if trying to syphon
Pixels from reality,
Pixels from the trees,
Pixels to fill the cavity
They drilled inside our heads.
Like snails that crawled the rust
And left their slime across the dust,
Our lives moved slow
As we struggled to grow.
Their good word, their trust...
Like coins they'd toss
At us, tramps, workers,
Whipped by day
Hooked by night.
And into the light we'd ******
Our heads and our hearts
Fattened by the stream
That fed our ruin
An umbilical cord
That kept us alive
Comatose.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 7:52 PM UTC
Rip it open_
_And the blood spills out_
We watch through our screens as it runs through the streets.
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We can mute the screams
And they come and they wash it all away.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 11:52 PM UTC
Everywhere I look I see vanity
No matter how much I want to avoid it
I turn on my screen & it's staring at me
Every scroll is another one, head full of air with perfect skin. I don't fit in.
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 10:15 PM UTC
It's unreal, the world
of the screens, you live in it --
like Don Quixote.
May 26, 2024
May 26, 2024 at 2:40 AM UTC
The mundane creeps into me,
as I try to wade away ashore
with my precious sanity.
The rooster's asleep too,
like me at daybreak.
Yet I drag along, nevertheless.
The screen's my public now,
and home's my ever-morphing
dreamland, that never ends.
My limbs yearn movement,
lungs yearn the breath of freedom,
minds crave the travels.
The dreary present dawns into me,
as my heavy eyes drift into
the lands unknown, unvisited.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 4:49 PM UTC
i am Orpheus in the clouds
playing clown for the masses.
i'm half of the shaft of light
breaking mosaically into
millions of pieces across the kitchen floor.
i'm a smoky chandelier swaying with
the bravado of a censure on high-holy-day.
i'm the royal velvet lining your blood.
i am a poem, without reason, read to you
by a stranger.
i am 200 tons of cracked granite one thousand
feet above you splitting off from the face of
the mountain.
but more so than any of that,
i'm a peculiar kind
of nothing
typing words onto
screens before
i die.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 6:49 AM UTC
Nobody cares anymore.
Money makes the world go round
Not the orbit of the sun.
The universe doesn’t matter anymore.
They say that we should keep our eyes wide open
But their eyes are glued down
At the screens that feed them information
Whether it is true or false
We don’t know anymore
We just go with it since we know no better.
As you get older
You accept the world
Instead of questioning it like you should.
So many things you could do
But you are cut off from it
Your eyes are blocked off behind the mask.
I wonder how many miles
Our thumbs must have scrolled
On our screens.
“Look at the moon,” they say
“Of course,” they reply but once they sit outside
They are back to scrolling through their phones.
“Slow down,” I want to say
“Everything will be okay.”
But everyone keeps rushing all the same.
They ignore the skies
And instead find their gold
In cheap, plastic, machine-made stars.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 7:41 PM UTC
the feeling of emptiness fills my chest
watching it play out on my screen
the sound of laughter echoes
and all i want to do is scream
a simple, "hey, wanna hang?" would've sufficed
but recording the fun we have seems pretty nice
"we were thinking of you the whole time"
you uttered when confronted
such ********
the chills ran up my spine
i hate this feeling
i want it to go away
maybe i just have to start leaving
the ones who hurt me today
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 11:48 PM UTC
Stare, but don't stop
You are unlike any living screen
Tune out your mind from the memory of self
In a mirror that this you will never be seen
Why is it so, that we hate ourselves
So much so that we must look away
And into the nothingness of ironic things
That we spend our time starting at screens away
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
Electric snakeskin
Draped, casting green-grey shadows
Over the pine trees
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
I sit in front of the tv
Brainwashed into thinking
That this monotonous existence
Constitutes living
I feel my mind screaming
For something more engaging
Instead of the useless stuff
Seeping from my screen
Sometimes the only breaks I take
Are just me looking from that screen
To another smaller version in my hand
I feel exhausted emotionally
Unable to engage in many things
But I refuse to give these screens
This kind of power over me
I am a human being
Not a lifeless creature
I need to find something better
To break this habit that's killing my creativity
It's killing my energy
My motivation
My attention span
And I will not have it
Not anymore
I will find something more satisfying
More promising in engagement
And then I wonder
Is this what it was like
When books were first written?
Or is this unique to electronic media?
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
sometimes
looking at words
on a page
or a screen
there's some mysterious interplay
between the two-dimensionality
of words on a flat plane
and the three-dimensionality
underlying it all
visually deceiving
as if the space
behind the words
is both
an infinite abyss
an undetectable, immeasurable void
and
a flat formless surface
it's both
and
it's neither
and somehow
typing on a flat-(ish) keyboard
but pushing buttons
down
into a third dimension
makes the words
appearing on the screen
seem almost 3D themselves
in a connected sort of way
plunging
into the white void
of the blank screen
the keystrokes feel deeper
than i think they really are
especially when i stare at the screen
and let the fingers fly
what sort of illusion is this?!
or are the words
actually
the missing link
that let us peek
to the hidden dimensions
we desperately seek?
sometimes
looking at words
on a page
or a screen
i can't help
but wonder these things
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC
When did our altered
culture decide
that WE
would be happy
with our little screens
and such little stillness
within our lives
?
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
white lace and
fishnet stockings, baby
soft lips and wide
green eyes. she ain't naive,
she's resourceful, using
what God gave her. burns
cigarettes like incense,
just to make dust
fall on the shiny redwood
dresser, float like
ghosts in the air. it's how
she knows ghosts
are real—how she knows
she's real.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 4:56 AM UTC
Waves of hysteria
crash against my screen
before I flush them
away
with eye drops of
wrath
and a brick with your
name on it
-Richard J. Treitner
2016
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC
"Turn off the television set"
"Switch off the films in your head"
"Disconnect the internet"
"Put away the books you haven't read"
"Wake up and go outside and see,
And stop all this hiding from the truth -
See the world as how it's meant to be,
Sunbathe in the garden; on the roof."
I think I'd rather live in fantasy
(Even if my eyes melt down my face)
From watching films, to escape reality,
Than wake up to the horrors of this place.
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC
A withered old sage had once retold,
How humans used ears and eyes,
Deranged and foolish everyone calls him,
Believe not the fabricated myths and lies.
Radiant was his face when he described thrill and yearning,
The word love made him look enchanted and serene,
As he wistfully told of things foreign and unknown,
To deaf ears and dull eyes turned to screens.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 2:05 AM UTC
Window screens filter the outside from the within . And they allow what's inside to escape . Daydreams are filtered in our thoughts . Allowing passage between two worlds , physical and not . But window screen daydreams can be trapped by an invisible barrier , a pane of mental glass on the inside or out .
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 8:03 AM UTC