#wifi
she was waiting in the lounge
draped in shades of red and gray
dazzling soon-to-be-knots
and her waters had no fall
i found her watching the coy
when she saw me we weren't shy
fights around us and a quick escape
scrapes on meridians and cokes to chase
if that was to be the end
well we were never surer
knocking on wood
and the doors of strangers
knowing what you know you knew
when i knew you know what i do
had i known you later
or sooner
what a regret
every time
did those quarters
make a dollar?
enough to bus
to the idea and back
that i died a few times
and that you died a few times
and that we are ghosts
or you are
or i'm living out a fantasy
that you're still here
but you are
and that idea has changed
the way iron patinas
into a red from rust
shades of knowing how you know me
is water that douses me with the
harrowing fantasy
that i'm not here really
and when i turn to ask you
"did i die back there somewhere?"
you'll say
"you still owe taxes to the IRS!"
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 12:45 PM UTC
Airplane WiFi
by Sherman Alexie
A poem written on Alaska Air Flight 2108
OCT 31
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30,000 feet above my reservation,
I call down to my tribal childhood
and the Indian boy that I was
looks up to see me flying through
the blue. Who could’ve predicted
that I’d get paid so well to tell
my tales? My grandmother
once said that I’d always be
the oddest one, the grandson
who was born with a suitcase
in his hand. But, no matter
the glories found on the road,
I’m often a lonely traveler
because my stories and poems
about my family can take me
so far away from home.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC
I was walking here tonight and saw a billboard with an advertisement for a communications company with the strap line:
'Connects 100 devices in your home'.
'Connects 100 devices in your home'.
I'm sorry but if you have 100 devices in your home you deserve to get hacked.
'Connects 100 devices ...' and what are these devices?
This is my fridge freezer, its connected to the wi-fi, it Tweets me whenever I have the unmitigated audacity to have the door open for more than 3 seconds.
This is my washing machine, its connected to the wi-fi, it emails me when its cycle is complete, even if I'm stood next to it doing the washing-up.
This is my carriage clock, its connected to the wi-fi, it Tic-Tocs me when it stops.
This is my games console, its connected to the wi-fi.
This is my television, its connected to the wi-fi.
This is my stereo system, its connected to the wi-fi.
This is my central heating, its connected to the wi-fi.
This is my dog. Its collar is connected to the wi-fi.
What next? This is my *** toy, its connected to the wi-fi, it gives me pretty graphs on Facebook.
(To audience: From that reaction I'll conclude that that last bit is already out of date. You naughty naughty people!)
Pagan Paul (April 2022)
Jun 27, 2023
Jun 27, 2023 at 9:04 AM UTC
It's the closest I've got to a soul.
Ever present and when it isn't
I'm hollow,
desperate to feel its powerful touch,
wash over me, connect me to the hive mind,
the swirling voice, collective planet,
except those with no access.
Yes, it is life blood,
cool streams in the desert,
a thing so desperately sought.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 12:47 AM UTC
emma, 13 years old.
alfredo, 61.
emma: hi grandpa nice to see you what's your wifi-password?
alfredo: i don't have wifi.
emma: written altogether?
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC
A World Without Wi-Fi
»by Megha Elizabeth Koshy.
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The people in the world
Like machines they go
With tiny commanders
On their palms
At the streets, at the malls
At the office, at the homes.
Some even chattering to their buddies
At the next door!
People behave like dummies
Who carefully keep ears sharp
To there notification tones,
But never to their mummies!
Kids who pay attention for their
Comments and likes
But never bother to brush their teeth twice!
People are slaves of technology
Like electronic gadgets
If not plugged in they run out of life.
Now just imagine....
A World Without Wi-Fi
For one single day
People may fall sick
And some will even die!
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Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
If I was a love poet
I'd say I love you the
same way a smartphone
loves wi-fi;
Able to work without
you, but only fully
functional when I'm
with you.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC
Friends are our WiFi connection to life,
An ATM card in need,
A key that turns our sorrow into a smile,
A balm for our pain,
A moisturiser for our success,
Guardians of our secrets,
A rocking partner , a soulmate.
The foundation of a good marriage is friendship.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
Agonizing, Torment, Panic
All this because the Internet went out
Bored, Lonely, Sad
All this because the Internet went out
What to do, What to do?
Why are we stuck in an age
where Wi-Fi breathes us life
defines us, controls us?
The minute it goes
we freeze and
forget how to live.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 12:53 PM UTC
I'm not addicted to my phone.
I'm addicted to what it brings.
My heart aches when its not with yours.
So my heart leaps when my phone rings.
I don't think of my phone as a simple device to communicate.
I think of it as my connection to you.
My connection to wifi is moot if we can still call.
Because I have iMessage my other apps are few.
So no, I'm not addicted to my phone,
I'm addicted to you.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:26 PM UTC
Let us write our stories
Reckon all moments
A passage to self-reflection
With a display box of grandeur,
Fingers on a key pressed,
Levitates a search in no time,
Way out of the crowd
Quiting a reality to roam and wander
Nothing is outside, all within
A big circle of virtual connections,
Without months of eye contacts
No face to face,
Sending empathy through e-thoughts
Having a common ground,
Hope to run faster than Terabyte,
We love seconds more than a minute
WiFi made all worth living
Sending signals to the soul
We will feel it, anyway.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC
When guests visit you,
Don't ask about their family,
Ask,"How is your mobile?
Is it doing well?
Has it got a new cover?
What about the speed of its internet server?"
Then inquire politely,
"Do you want to charge your mobile?"
It will bring tears to their eyes,
You have clenched a bonded relationship for life.
Admire their mobile with interest,
Like you would their kids.
Appreciate their what's app messages,
Their comments on Twitter and Face Book,
You will have a friend for life.
Last offer if they need your WiFi password,
Your friend will breakdown with
gratitude,
You will get the bestest hug ever.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
And under the guise of connection, lonely are the addicted.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 9:03 PM UTC
**i'm like a wifi signal,
and i'm connected to
you and only you
it's true though,
every time you leave
my signal turns low
and i can no longer function
but then every time you say
hi my connection goes to
an all time
high.
im like a wifi signal,
and im connected to you and only you.**
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
AI, Moon Walk X"lll"X 15=10 and 5
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL1X51wyhBF7_aJvUdzE0qYPRaJMuBnn0l
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
Moments notice, temporal sign posts,
shifted meanings and twigs of broken memories all standing stark,
as white lights of embers glow, slow to realize the masses continue to wonder.
Eyes blazing in the giggling realizations uncanny calling out,
of the in between, as many of us glean and glimpse.
Have you oh wondering soul heard? have you oh simple soul seen?
If so what is it you have grasped of this altered edge of oblivion? fair the a well spring of signs to set your heart and mind free?
Or only to cast your gullet into eternal slavery, under the cutting reality of a cemented view?
Flowing edge of the swells this temporal cascading do cause the light do play in the reflections truth of stability abound in focus and vibratory standards , counted and measured only in the minds eye and the hearts manifestations of excepted adherence to a collective?
Or have you , or I , us sad and amazingly fickle souls found the true sound of sound doctrine?
One of truth , love and understanding? For seems this dear hearted friend, is far from the end, though not the beginning unless the glimpse of it has been felt and rendered assured in your own heart, least we get ****** again from the very, very distant pasts start.
So, it is asked yet again, where do we stand in this torrent and gelatinous time of man? Or shall we start all over again and wonder how tech can strip and manipulate the core and essence of a man and his absolute grasp of what is changeable in our entire past?
Or is it merely and simply just that we are all on the very edge of our dreams in this construct of a thing?
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
Lunch time
In 10 minutes
Time to get the school
Wifi Password
Cause yes
I’m a teenager
Wifi is fucken God
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
In my own space
In my own time
I turn the Wifi on and suddenly...
The world bursts into my face
Fashion! Weddings! Crime!
Could you not?
The door opens and suddenly...
"Do you like my new pants?
What are you doing?
Can I watch you?"
*Could you ******* not?*
My phone vibrates violently
Message after message
"Y r U ignring me"
"Answr me"
"wanna chat?"
Could you just not?
Vibrate
Vibrate
Vibrate
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
Harass me why don't you
Un-friend me while you're at it
Block me for all I care
Just please,
**COULD YOU ******* NOT!**
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
Have I gone too far?
Does he still love me?
Am I still making sense?
Does he hate me?
Am I being unfair?
Putting too much pressure on him?
Did I say something wrong?
Am I being too clingy?
Should I ignore him?
Or avoid him completely?
Maybe we're not meant to be?
Maybe the timings all wrong?
Will I ever be enough?
Do I deserve his touch?
Does he want me alive?
Am I better off dead?
Will these pills even work?
Or will I just fall asleep?
Will I ever wake up?
Am I dead yet?
Maybe....
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 7:21 AM UTC
I lost it when the storm blew,
Wi-Fi, laptop, iPad too.
On my kindle, no bars found,
Oh lord, the internet is down.
My Facebook friends no longer poke,
I cannot tweet a single joke.
My iTunes offer not a sound,
Now the internet is down.
I finally fix that broken chair,
Clean my room, wash my hair.
Then I wander all around,
Now the Internet is down.
The library’s packed. And the theater too,
I need my fix. Can I sit here too?
Is Wi-Fi in another town?
Now the internet is down.
I’ll search the house and find a nook,
To finally read that Dan Brown book.
My thoughts are clear, my soul unbound,
Now the internet is down.
I’ll study French. Take up guitar,
I’ll search for wisdom, near and far.
To internet’s death, I raise my cup,
Wait. Never mind. It came back up.
:)
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
Getting ready to play a video game
in a nice, not-actually-dusty-but-
has-the-comfort-of-dustiness-like
Bookstore.
Maybe.
"Townhall free wifi."
That's just great. I mostly
just cry and complain and wonder
why dolphins are so optimistic as
to not just off themselves,
since they can consciously do so.
Free wifi though.
I mean, that's just cool.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC