"defrag" poems
**Defrag my System
System error four oh four**
*Sneaky big brother
coded response - their watching
labels illegal intent*
**Oh computer
How the virus will take hold**
*Sitting lethargic
Lacking fresh air and water
Watching colours glow - lost thought*
**Spaced out, buzzing
Mind becoming digitized**
*No sleeping, I click
Electrical whir-static
Of a drug not classified*
May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 6:31 AM UTC
I put my feelings in a box
I scatter them across the page
I order them and categorize
Like I used to order stationary
Or split the peas from the carrots
Right before consuming
I try to defrag my brain
Stack the boxes all nice and tidy
But with the filling of each box
Is the finding of more feelings
Littered across the ground
Or, like dust, floating
Hidden cracks and corners:
My mind is a maze
Of feeling, thought, unexplored opinion
Unscrambling is eternal.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
Pulling chards and splinters from all four chambers all those missions.
All those submissions to loves demands.
Splinters deep fast asleep fast as a nordic frost setting deep in barren earth.
Rusted spikes driven in during days of sin. From brighter days and carefree obsessions. Keloids and scar tissue.
A do over ?
Ready.
Set.
Begin.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 9:44 AM UTC
I keep my yard, without the weeds
mowed and edged, every weekend
I fertilize, and my grass I feed
my lawn, I care, and tend
I keep my house, neat, and clean
I do the same with my PC, and files
I keep my mailbox shiny, just like my screen
it's clutter, I revile
I run cleaners and, I defrag
to insure I don't have stray bits, or bytes
I never let cookies, raise a danger flag
malware, and virus', I'll forever fight
But **** it all to hell
and shoot me in the head
it drives me up the wall
HP won't let me **** my words
that were better off
unsaid
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
Armored with my scars
Hidden from sight
I deformed waiting for the silence
Sizing things that should't
Again, is difficult to breath
But I have to
Recalculate my void
And exhale the difference
The sand continues to bored me
Making the desert to defrag its soul
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
i spend my days
rearranging
data on the computer
my machine
is almost psychically
connected to its user
everything is laid out logically
in this universe of illusion
to take a step away
into the chaos reign
of the real world
is an intrusion
soon be back again
sustenance attained
level up
and on with the mission
in the only game
ill willingly play
waiting to waste away
in front of the television
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 10:53 AM UTC