#scrolling
Doomscroll
Spend all day scrolling
Burning brain cells
By the second
Will it ever end?
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A poem by Garry Ventura
© 2026 Garry Ventura
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 12:12 PM UTC
I’m stuck on a screen
“It’s always the phone” the adults say
I mean are they wrong?
I am always on it
I look around my room my mother complains isn’t “clean”
I was up scrolling till 2 in the morning yesterday
I mean has it really been the phone all along?
All it encourages me to do is quit
Have I finally “matured” enough to realize it’s making my mind a sick green?
I look around my room from the bed I lay
Is it the phone that makes me feel like I don’t belong?
That throws me inside a pit?
Oct 8, 2025
Oct 8, 2025 at 5:33 PM UTC
#*I watch my problems away
Only to add more
I watch my problems away
When I am happy
And I want to watch more
I think I watch my problems away
Only to add more
Until the reel has taken over the real
The real problem is the reel
And I can never ever watch my problems away, once more…
I want to scrub them away
They keep piling on the floor
They know what I like
And want me to subscribe
No I am not a fool
No not twice
I know I can’t watch my problems away*#
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
There strolls another father,
Scrolling while his daughter
Rides her stroller as they stroll.
He really oughtn't scroll,
She's awake as they stroll;
It's a stroller, not a scroller.
The purpose of a stroll,
Is to walk and talk the prattle,
The speach that infants rattle
While strolling in their stroller.
Sing to your child,
Stroll all the while,
Hum or whistle,
Mumble……..Grumble;
But don't silently scroll on,
While strolling with the stroller.
Recall childhood rhymes, if you can,
Say the ABCs or count to ten;
Talk of little piggies and brazen toads,
Meaningful memories,
And yellow brick roads.
Enjoy your strolling.
Enjoy your scrolling.
Aug 6, 2023
Aug 6, 2023 at 5:05 PM UTC
Imagine a treadmill
for your brain.
That never stops
speeding up.
Slowly, at first,
you savor each step.
But boredom pushes you
faster and faster.
No longer tasting.
Only inhaling
the adrenaline.
Because unless you find the next page,
the next post,
the next video,
you risk facing
the combined gravity
of reality
converging upon a single point
of agony.
And so you scroll.
To keep stress away,
the roaring anxiety at bay.
Sep 8, 2022
Sep 8, 2022 at 12:11 AM UTC
I look at you
everyday
either way,
I can’t feel the pleasure stay,
envious,
out of touch,
out of mindful bend and brush!
pull and push,
trim the bush,
hold back all your fears!
hold back all your fears!
I watch you
everyday,
either way
I’m not getting better!
tell your story
state your statement,
I still can’t feel the pleasure!
-hold back my fears-
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC
#
When I'm bored
I will endlessly
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But in a text if I'm asked
to resend something
I will not
scroll
up**
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
I still check my phone,
and I still search your name.
and I can't stop scrolling,
because scrolling is pain.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
In this age where almost everything is in digital
Social networking sites that could be detrimental
Here in my bed i am lying
With one hand on my phone that keeps scrolling
Even while knowing
Time I keep on wasting
Still, i cant stop from scrolling.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 7:03 AM UTC
Update my page
List this
Pin that
Tweet
Repost
Resend
Got no time to chat
White canvas
Endless pixels
A sight for sore eyes
Fruitlessly searching
Social media
For an elusive prize
Scandal
Gossip
Salacious juice
Lines between
Real and fantasy
Reach a truce
Inbox injunction
Endless mail
I want to call it a day
They’ve got some nerve;
‘Be more sociable,’ they say
In cyber space
There’s an infinite world of possibilities
Save for when
We’re face to face
Travelling along
The endless lines
Towards an unknown destination
Lost in ourselves,
We killed the art of conversation
Look at the posts
They’re neverending;
Babies, kittens
See what’s trending
Feeling smitten?
Oh look at all those words,
I haven’t written…
Don’t mind me
I’m just scrolling through.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
Smiling faces,
Empty spaces.
Explicit joking,
Anger provoking.
Juicy scoops,
Useless groups.
Hilarious memes,
Broken dreams.
Spent years,
Shed tears.
Memories destroyed,
Lost in the void
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
*I write poems because it fills my world with stuff,
Stuff that originated from someone who inspired me,
That inspiration makes me feel this is enough,
Enough to be the one who with a pen can set rhymes free,
I find poetry gets famous as long as the writer isn't me.
It's just a thing I've noticed, this word or that one,
Bouncing off of the walls, filling the world with
Fighting, or maybe scrolling blankness in the halls.
It will all develop somehow, this poetic pointless tail,
Maybe I'll be famous, but we all know the truth as well.
I'll just go down in misery-not history-as being "someone,"
A starving poet, a musician, just another stupid useless ***
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC