#tiktok
Instagram, Facebook and Tiktok
They have us stuck inside a lock
Scrolling all day through mindless stuff
But no one shows the stuff that is rough
Highlights of everyone living a best life
Ooo look a new baby, she's becoming a wife
New homes, new jobs, just full of life's wins
And dont get me started on people on LinkedIn
Though it has its pros through education
My brain feels fried like vegetation
Did you know we spend years of our time
Just sat on our phones, it feels like a crime
Remember what you see isn't even real
It's filtered, edited to make us all feel
That people are happy but it is all lies
We dont see the heartache, the pain and the cries
Sometimes it's best to just turn off your phone
Stop with the inspo and becoming a clone
Live your life without taking that selfie
Live in the moment, it's far more healthy
This digital world that we currently live in
Is stopping us appreciate who we are within
Stop living your life for comments and likes
Get outside, enjoy nature and go on long hikes
So remember this, keep your head ******* on
The online you disappears when you're gone
The real you is the one that we'll cherish
When one day you will eventually perish
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 3:11 AM UTC
When you step outside for dismissal
Breeze of warm air against your face
The birds chirp and whistle
Sleeveless shirts and shorts
Crop tops and flip flops
Summer’s so **** hot
But not too long
‘Till climate change
Takes us all away
To Hell’s Gates*
Nestle and Artificial Intelligence
Teaming up to destroy the environment
While people watch Ep 30 of “Fruit Love Island”
Do people not care
What happens to the polar bears
“I’m only a singular person,
What I do won’t matter!”
I’m certain
That’s been said by millions of people
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 11:59 AM UTC
Technology has won,
when I was a young child,
We used to play out in the Sun,
Fresh air and blue skies
of a time that we had fun,
Running up and down the sidewalk
Drawing a hopscotch board with white chalk
Walking to the candy store to get some snacks
We had a big bargain back when, then we came right back,
Boys playing basketball
Girls playing doubledutch
Times were laid back
Oh how I miss it so much
But Nowadays,
Technology has won,
Has brained washed our minds,
We have tablets, cellphones, and all that oblige,
Computers, Laptops, and consoles galore,
We are so wrapped up in technology,
It making our eyes sore,
GAMING, SHOPPING AND
GAMBLING YOUR MONEY,
THEN YOU'RE BROKE LIKE A JOKE AND
THAT AIN'T FUNNY!!!
Staring at the screens, games, and texting, social media, and website searching,
FACEBOOK, INSTAGRAM, TIKTOK, AND X,
WRAPPED IN TECHNOLOGY
MAN WHAT'S NEXT??
There is nothing wrong with TECHNOLOGY!!!
JUST CERTAIN BAD INFLUENCES,
SO, MIND THOSE THINGS PLEASE!!!
THERE ARE A LOT OF DANGERS,
SO, PLEASE BE AWARE,
BE WEARY OF SCAMS!! AND
PLEASE TAKE CARE!!!!
B.R.
Date: 10/29/2025
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 10:21 PM UTC
He doesn’t know what to write about.
Not many things to be said out loud.
He’s sad, the world’s a whirling storm,
A place that lost its gentle form.
He sat in the bathroom for hours on end,
Scrubbing off the guilt—too much to mend.
Looked himself up and down with a frown,
Wished he could wash those details down.
Cut his already painfully short nails,
Still couldn’t forget the smallest details.
Mindlessly scrolled through Instagram,
But didn’t really give a ****
He deleted TikTok, Insta, all that noise,
Left with google and Wikipedia—no joys.
So he scrolls through YouTube shorts,
At least it’s not meta or Chinese imports.
Still can’t delete WhatsApp,
Feels like a trap.
But he uses Signal most of the time,
And then tries to make his words rhyme.
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 2:12 AM UTC
They're for the streets do not forget so
Like the man who smiled
As reminds them of the time he helped her live
But he had done this to many
Whether it was the miller’s daughter to pay her bills
Or that who slept on the cardboard outside
It’s only this time I ask
When i do everything for you
He cried,
As he reminisced
The times he said that to the other women
And the frog said ogh my what a poten person
While the princess say what a kind prince
as to why the frog might have been weird in stating, I questioned
was a thought to be pondered upon in time not at time
in time we will be late
and at times people who you call your friends will be the last you want to be with
it's real work of real hypocrisy
they do their work well
they are distinguishable because they are hypocrites
they may speak english or not at all!
it's a real gamble guessing what they speak
they may even be dedicated to the wrong things
but soon they'll find their direction
and they get married
and it will come and find them
The hypocrisy they handed out
Oh how hard it bites them again
and yet we have people stamping their feet
but take no heed for they're just incompetent and lost
But feel for them as they are the vulnerable
They are picked up by those who roam the street
it's such a shame that people appear amazing are left
to roam the streets while the are the villain of the streets
And what’s a bigger shame than so?
But do not forget they're for the streets and do not forget so
Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 7:34 AM UTC
From the alarm
to Instagram,
FB,
TikTok
and beyond…
The external world is screaming:
Watch me!
Follow me!
I’ll show you where you belong!
We’ve been led, by the (dark web) piper, into 'other' consciousness —
Happily, we submit to its authority
Because this world is too much.
We stuff every gap,
every silence
with psycho-fanatic thoughts, snap!
Running further from our true selves —
How did we get swallowed up
in this chasm of chants;
That say we are not good enough?
It’s time to do something revolutionary!
It’s time to sit in silence;
Befriend the bewildering quietness,
And accept ourselves with loving kindness.
Jan 25, 2024
Jan 25, 2024 at 5:29 PM UTC
I’m chilling and doing homework tonight. Leaning into it.
Last night one of our suitemates (Julia) turned 21 - she’s barable. Not that we get carded anywhere - I’ve never had trouble getting into clubs or ordering drinks - I mean never have I ever.
She had her birthday party at a place called Mory’s, in New Haven, which is very Yale themed. We ate dinner in the “captain’s room,” where every picture on the wall is a Yale team captain of some sort. They even have a whiffenpoof plaque. It’s so Yale-core it’s funny.
Have you ever heard of a drink called a “Singapore Sling?” Me neither, until last night. Then, somehow, there were undrinkable oceans of it. I had six of them, sitting at a bar and I felt nothing. Then I stood up and my bones seemed to liquify. Leong and Anna reeled me in.
I was hangin this morning though, I mean rocky-socks drunkover. My senses seemed sharper, my optical nerves dialed up all the way. The air seemed bright and I swear I could’ve heard the sun burning if people would’ve just stopped all that annoying breathing.
I had a biochemistry quiz at 9am and I can’t wait to see how I did. Later, at breakfast (I had a piece of toast), Peter felt free to offer his sensible, 26-year-old, bropinion. I said, “You’re so wise,” as I steel-eyed him, “I-guess-you-never.”
By the afternoon I was back on my toes. Almost every night my roommates and I sit around a low table in the common room of our suite, crossed legged, on cushions and do our homework. It’s less claustrophobic than sitting in our rooms alone and we usually have some music on, lowkey, in the background.
We’d just heard “Love Story,” by Taylor Swift.
“I like songs that make love sound easy.” I stated.
“Oh, because it IS easy,” Anna says sarcastically, “grab yourself a physicist and make a TikTok song.”
“Hey! I’ve got a beef with TikTok artists, I said. “At first, they release these stripped down, intimate, acoustic songs that feel personal, and then, if a song hits, they put out a new version that’s totally overproduced.”
“Right.” Leong agreed.
“Oh, yeah,” Sophie said, putting her hair back out of her face with a comb, “and some artists' voices are suited to simple accompaniment and the newer versions just don’t hit as hard.”
“I think Phoebe Bridgers is an example of production done right.” Anna said. “Her material continues to sound intimate and stripped down even though it’s no longer just her and a guitar,”
“On Tiktok,” Lisa adds, “when a new song works, I feel a connection, like it could be me recording a song with my guitar - so, I support them.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” I updogged, “there’s a place for overproduction but sometimes the instruments don’t even sound real, like when they go all out electronic - then they lose me.”
“The big-music might drown-out the artistry we liked,” Anna opined, “but maybe that’s how they heard it, as songwriters, in their imagination, but they couldn’t afford it - the new version rectifies it.”
Feb 22, 2023
Feb 22, 2023 at 10:07 PM UTC
It's become a crazy world
Grown men addicted to TikTok watching girls
Pretty wives now ignored
Single and aware how
last year changed me
Gained weight
and now feeling a bit shy
And the world's gone
crazy
shootings everyday
People still confused
we all are not sure
of what's ahead
and here , I am
still wondering
will it all end soon
will all the music
not be heard
and will I ever
feel pretty again
will all the media hores
stop teasing the men
and put on some clothes
and will we start reading books and enjoy it
It's got to change
Or we will just go insane
where's the days
when men acted like men
Where's the days women
felt desired
When people cared
when we got together
not in vain
when family's gathered
to share and catch up
When neighbors watched
out for each other
When we could feel safe
we could live really live
How , I miss it
How , I miss me
guess it's all changed
can't rewind
So move forward
trying to navigate
the craziness
remembering
the way it used to be
So , I sit write a letter
and make a call
and think about
how crazy it is now
Funny how it has
all gone a bit crazy
© Jennifer L DeLong 🦏
10/6/2021
Oct 13, 2021
Oct 13, 2021 at 11:41 PM UTC
midnight and i'm still here
tapping out words in the hope
that i'll write something worthy
of reading.
the instructions aren't clear:
am i supposed to sleep
or work on word therapy
and...feelings?
i don't care now
just turn on tiktok
and i'll slip into my beloved
mind coma
Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 5:24 PM UTC
Why do u hate me
What have I done
that is so atrocious.
I can see through even
Your most perfect
Disguise.
Happiness seems so vague
Like a distant euphoria. The
Thought of it anguish's
Your entire entity. It harms
Your very existence.
Your soul bleeds compassion and rages
Like a whimpering caged tiger.
It hurts so fierce, I worry you
May lose yourself in the pain of it all
My dear friend.
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 9:12 AM UTC
Fireflies dance pretty
well, byte-sized fairies' tale
long & twistle: a tongue's whistle
In the dark, dark arts made
bright lights sing like a clock:
"Tik Tok, Tik Tok"
This chime, time circles
red like Asian kings: vultures
tightening the noose like Zeus
on Douyin's long neck. Hands dance, bytedance on a fairytale clock
"Tik Tok, Tik Tok"
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 8:10 PM UTC
where's my mobile, i been missing you
if you were here, i would be kissing you
where's my mobile, i been missing you
if you were here, i would be kissing you
where's my mobile, without you, i'm not global
if i'm not global, i'm not really mobile
good heavens! it's twenty-four to eleven
i have to call shannon but i can't find my mobile
what can i do without my mobile? life is trite
don't know the difference between day and night
without my mobile! i freak out, suffrin' from a black out
i'm prayin' to god, lightin' up a candle, hopin' to find it
where's my mobile, i been missing you
if you were here, i would be kissing you
where's my mobile, i been missing you
if you were here, i would be kissing you
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 7:59 AM UTC
suddenly
i completely
understand
tiktok
it is a direct
result
of the time
and is responding
to a clear
demand
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 11:22 PM UTC
A couple likes here, and a few comments there.
All I want you to know is that I actually care.
When I look for your follow, I'm constantly asking "where?"
All these newbies, posting some pics, you follow them instantly I swear.
Not even four hours on the gram, and you follow her.
I'm goin five days now, I ain't no ****** amateur.
I tell myself to be patient, but it's getting harder everyday.
I swear things are turning gray.
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 6:08 AM UTC
(a Senryu story)
Trump is attacking
TikTok - let him **** goodness,
let him be a ****
He works for Russia,
is that news? He cages children
- some adults love that.
That fat bag of lust
has put his soiled, immoral
hands up the law's skirts.
Now he attacks youth,
- no, fun itself - in TikTok
- there is no justice.
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 7:14 AM UTC
TikTok comps
Russian bots
Makeup tutorials
"I'm not like other girls"
Trolls and incels
BuzzFeed articles
Gay fan fiction
Many a pun
Demonetization
Censorship
People hiring hitmen
Buy some hair clips
Twitter ramblings
Anti-vaxxers
Flat earthers
And a partridge in a pear tree
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 8:52 PM UTC
TikTok is pure trash
Except for the girls and gays
All of them are lit
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
Wo khte lhja bdlo bolne ka or filter bhi lgaya kro
Kahte Aap ** jaoge mashhoor, mahfil toktok pe lgaya kro
Hmne bhi keh diya unhe agr raye achi de na sko to faltoo me muh na chlaya kro
#carryminati
#itssadyboy
#skirtmen 😂😂
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 2:48 PM UTC
There is a trend of a chain hanging off a man's neck
Tickling the face of the girl underneath him
But you don't wear jewelry
You don't need to with me
Your hair tickling my face is all I need
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC
Ever sweet and ever loving-
The times were ever changing.
Malicious and fearsome-
The times were dense with resentment.
Tainted and taken;
Downward and mistaken.
Disillusions and inner turmoil-
Took control and destructed with mayhem.
The ever loving and sweet things were long forgotten,
And twisted and made rotten, through the illusions you’ve spoken.
The question remains, what have you to gain?
Perception has been warped and lies wired and reword with the intention to disarray.
The cloths of fabrication wrap perfectly along your body.
The deceit.
The resentment.
The lies;
The ill intentions-
have coveted the means for resonance and rehabilitation
In the sense of self preservation-
In the sense in which you lack and cannot maintain.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 1:27 AM UTC