"farmville" poems - Hello Poetry

I’d heard about social networking, And how it was the next big thing, So I just had to take a look, And ended up on Facebook. It only took me a little while, To fill out most of my profile, But I have spent many a night, Figuring out the rest of the site. I never realized I had so many friends, The friend requests never end, All the people I can’t stand at work, And now the biggest high school **** I have to admit I’ve learned a bunch, I know what all my friends eat for lunch, And it really helps me that I know, Everyone’s favorite TV show. The work on Facebook never stops, I have to water my imaginary crops, Send get-well wishes to Farmville quick, My friend’s imaginary cow got sick. I now realize my chances are dire, Of ever building a Mafia empire, And perhaps it is a bit of a shame, My It Girl will never go on to fame. My kids' statuses tell me of their life, At dinner time I get poked by the wife, I try to keep my friend count nice and fat, So, I even signed up the dog and cat. I guess you can say my life’s complete, I have more friends than I’ll ever meet, On Facebook I can roam far and wide, And I never have to go outside. 02-19-11.

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Jan 2, 2012

Jan 2, 2012 at 7:39 PM UTC

alan-w-jankowski

The Facebook Poem

I’d heard about social networking, And how it was the next big thing, So I just had to take a look, And ended up on Facebook. It only took me a little while, To fill out most of my profile, But I have spent many a night, Figuring out the rest of the site. I never realized I had so many friends, The friend requests never end, All the people I can’t stand at work, And now the biggest high school **** I have to admit I’ve learned a bunch, I know what all my friends eat for lunch, And it really helps me that I know, Everyone’s favorite TV show. The work on Facebook never stops, I have to water my imaginary crops, Send get-well wishes to Farmville quick, My friend’s imaginary cow got sick. I now realize my chances are dire, Of ever building a Mafia empire, And perhaps it is a bit of a shame, My It Girl will never go on to fame. My kids' statuses tell me of their life, At dinner time I get poked by the wife, I try to keep my friend count nice and fat, So, I even signed up the dog and cat. I guess you can say my life’s complete, I have more friends than I’ll ever meet, On Facebook I can roam far and wide, And I never have to go outside. 02-19-11.

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Siri. Type this: More memories. Less Facebook moments. Let’s go back to concerts filled with lighters — warm seas of flame, instead of stadiums filled with phones and waves of blue light that keeps us from sleeping at night. Our phones, it looks like we’re all telling one big ghost story around the campfire — our faces lit up from underneath in the dark. It’s like a part of our bodies, a mollusk’s shell, That we won’t outgrow until it’s torn from us and we’re eaten, still fresh. It’s like we call it Facetime because that’s what we need, but don’t have. Since when is being viral a good thing? Viral means an infectious disease. Viral Viral Viral. I feel like I need a ****** just to surf the web. I honestly can’t have a conversation with a person without toying at my phone anymore. We post our beautiful stories on snapchat, the colorful blurred days of our lives, and let it slip away into the ether. Your stories are still interesting even after 24 hours. Seeing that red notification, knowing I’m special, I’m wanted, I’m special. when it turns out to be another Farmville invite. Talk about crutches. Nitze called religion a crutch but at least religion helps people walk. Phones make people run into things. I wonder if the New Messiah will have a social media account. We are so close to just hooking up our phones to traveling robot vehicles and navigating our world from our home. The future’s hangouts will be phones arranged in a circle on a table, all on Facetime, as we take shots, in our rooms alone. Jerry smiles because he isn’t wearing pants but no one can tell. Our phones only show what’s on top. Please share this poem, by the way. For videos of my reading my poems, visit https://mateilatte.wordpress.com/content/poetry/

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Aug 21, 2015

Aug 21, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC

APari

the #ViralPoem

Siri. Type this: More memories. Less Facebook moments. Let’s go back to concerts filled with lighters — warm seas of flame, instead of stadiums filled with phones and waves of blue light that keeps us from sleeping at night. Our phones, it looks like we’re all telling one big ghost story around the campfire — our faces lit up from underneath in the dark. It’s like a part of our bodies, a mollusk’s shell, That we won’t outgrow until it’s torn from us and we’re eaten, still fresh. It’s like we call it Facetime because that’s what we need, but don’t have. Since when is being viral a good thing? Viral means an infectious disease. Viral Viral Viral. I feel like I need a ****** just to surf the web. I honestly can’t have a conversation with a person without toying at my phone anymore. We post our beautiful stories on snapchat, the colorful blurred days of our lives, and let it slip away into the ether. Your stories are still interesting even after 24 hours. Seeing that red notification, knowing I’m special, I’m wanted, I’m special. when it turns out to be another Farmville invite. Talk about crutches. Nitze called religion a crutch but at least religion helps people walk. Phones make people run into things. I wonder if the New Messiah will have a social media account. We are so close to just hooking up our phones to traveling robot vehicles and navigating our world from our home. The future’s hangouts will be phones arranged in a circle on a table, all on Facetime, as we take shots, in our rooms alone. Jerry smiles because he isn’t wearing pants but no one can tell. Our phones only show what’s on top. Please share this poem, by the way. For videos of my reading my poems, visit https://mateilatte.wordpress.com/content/poetry/

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The Blue of the Democrats The Red of the Republicans Where is the White of The People? When did We The People become, We The Separated? In times like these. We cannot look to the government. We The People, must look to ourselves! United We Stand! Divided We Fall! The government was never fat politicians. It was We The People Where is the Red, White, and Blue? We are the Government. We don't have the luxury to blame ourselves. We The People. Of the United States of America must stand against today's problems. Not debt. Not war. Not education. But laziness, disunity, and hopelessness. Blaming the government, is blaming We The People. Blaming your neighbors. Blaming your friends. What happened to Uncle Sam? He fell and We ignored him. Our Uncle Sam is still there. begging for help, We keep walking. Now We ask each other. Where is Uncle Sam? Where is Patriotism? Why is our country in disarray? I say, look unto yourself We The People have become lazy have become confused have become weak The World is turning. Mother of time is ready to spit out the old, and chew, on the new. Like Rome. We seen our final glorious days. The New World dawns. But I tell you my friend. It is not too late. We have all heard and saw Rome's dismay. It is not too late. It is not too late. We can learn from the Romans. We can turn from our ways of laziness. Help Uncle Sam! Bring a New America. Out with the Old! In with the New! Uncle Sam has a lot on his plate. The War in Afghanistan, His debt to China, and His fading economy. We can't help him by solving those problems. But let us, We The People. Clean His home. Sing a song to him. Our all-american Uncle. Fix his home. Let us We The People take the first step, if you see kids on the streets, yell at them, "Did you do your homework?" "Are you studying for your SATs?" Encourage! If We are at work. Don't play FarmVille. Work knowing this, You are fighting for America, everyday is another dollar off of Uncle Sam's debt. You are the frontline in this war against time. If We are at school. Stop flirting with random girls or boys, with intent of *** Know this, you are next. We are The People. Kids build the bullets of Uncle Sam's Gun, through education. If Uncle Sam has good bullets, he will win his battle, If Uncle Sam has bad bullets, he will lose his battle. When Uncle Sam goes to battle with the other countries, your bullets will be the difference between America the destroyed, and America the victorious. We Are The People. We Are The Future. We Are The Government. Never forget that. So next time you ask yourself, how did this happen? Look at yourself, remind everybody. We are The People. We need to work harder America. There is no question to that. That is the Modern Common Sense.

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Dec 5, 2011

Dec 5, 2011 at 9:52 PM UTC

inkyu-kim

The Modern Common Sense

The Blue of the Democrats The Red of the Republicans Where is the White of The People? When did We The People become, We The Separated? In times like these. We cannot look to the government. We The People, must look to ourselves! United We Stand! Divided We Fall! The government was never fat politicians. It was We The People Where is the Red, White, and Blue? We are the Government. We don't have the luxury to blame ourselves. We The People. Of the United States of America must stand against today's problems. Not debt. Not war. Not education. But laziness, disunity, and hopelessness. Blaming the government, is blaming We The People. Blaming your neighbors. Blaming your friends. What happened to Uncle Sam? He fell and We ignored him. Our Uncle Sam is still there. begging for help, We keep walking. Now We ask each other. Where is Uncle Sam? Where is Patriotism? Why is our country in disarray? I say, look unto yourself We The People have become lazy have become confused have become weak The World is turning. Mother of time is ready to spit out the old, and chew, on the new. Like Rome. We seen our final glorious days. The New World dawns. But I tell you my friend. It is not too late. We have all heard and saw Rome's dismay. It is not too late. It is not too late. We can learn from the Romans. We can turn from our ways of laziness. Help Uncle Sam! Bring a New America. Out with the Old! In with the New! Uncle Sam has a lot on his plate. The War in Afghanistan, His debt to China, and His fading economy. We can't help him by solving those problems. But let us, We The People. Clean His home. Sing a song to him. Our all-american Uncle. Fix his home. Let us We The People take the first step, if you see kids on the streets, yell at them, "Did you do your homework?" "Are you studying for your SATs?" Encourage! If We are at work. Don't play FarmVille. Work knowing this, You are fighting for America, everyday is another dollar off of Uncle Sam's debt. You are the frontline in this war against time. If We are at school. Stop flirting with random girls or boys, with intent of *** Know this, you are next. We are The People. Kids build the bullets of Uncle Sam's Gun, through education. If Uncle Sam has good bullets, he will win his battle, If Uncle Sam has bad bullets, he will lose his battle. When Uncle Sam goes to battle with the other countries, your bullets will be the difference between America the destroyed, and America the victorious. We Are The People. We Are The Future. We Are The Government. Never forget that. So next time you ask yourself, how did this happen? Look at yourself, remind everybody. We are The People. We need to work harder America. There is no question to that. That is the Modern Common Sense.

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I texted you, You Whatsapped back. I posted on your Wall, You pinged me on GTalk. I pinged back on GTalk, You Vibered me. I buzzed you on Lync, You mailed me on Yahoo. I messaged you on FB, You shared a post on G+. I messaged you on Linked In, You sent a talking parrot on Farmville. Seriously? I invited you to an Outlook meeting, You invited me to your Picasa album. I pinned an interest, You YouTubed yours. I wrote this blog post while you Tweeted. It's time to throw away this smartphone and call home. If you don't answer, I'll see your light on, cross the street and knock on your door.

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Jun 10, 2014

Jun 10, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC

akshatha-hegde

Exacting Smartness

I texted you, You Whatsapped back. I posted on your Wall, You pinged me on GTalk. I pinged back on GTalk, You Vibered me. I buzzed you on Lync, You mailed me on Yahoo. I messaged you on FB, You shared a post on G+. I messaged you on Linked In, You sent a talking parrot on Farmville. Seriously? I invited you to an Outlook meeting, You invited me to your Picasa album. I pinned an interest, You YouTubed yours. I wrote this blog post while you Tweeted. It's time to throw away this smartphone and call home. If you don't answer, I'll see your light on, cross the street and knock on your door.

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*I, fluoride - sanity theft Winding toy soldiers to march the path toward furtive glory While spurting the tune of war to the end of their very last breaths* *Harbinger of certain death Peek from behind the curtain Witness the brain mining From inside your skull eyeballs explode, deftly blinding Defining images which pervade Overwhelming emotions stowed Once turned to stone mental harm, tractor combines harvest FarmVille tards by the barnload Certainly, The eye of Horus and ISIS see all scorching and seizing nations, arm in arm All for one, none for all Bombarding bravado Clasp the trap Lapse in conscious All tapped out Drowning in tap water Until all comes tumbling down like Niagara Falls, dauntless Like Satan's hands expanding advance upon the homeland Then race trickling downward Total assest forfeiture ***** buried in sand)* Faces hidden, ashamed Orchestrate the line in frame Shape my frame of mind Until my thoughtscape escapes To peer through one eye Met to widespread acclaim Descending into the mind of Chaos, His stables gates burst forth with beasts of fable, insatiable and rampant Triumphant, turn the tables Arch-Angels blare your trumpets *Tell Famine get off his high horse And rear his ugly head So we can really show that ***** Mother Earth what for; **** that ***** until nothing's left* *Effectively wrecked From careening trains of wretched ********* Now she's hit & the caged bird that longs to be free, is inevitably dismembered to pieces by the felines that be*

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Jul 10, 2014

Jul 10, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC

duderocketship

Go through the proverbial wringer

*I, fluoride - sanity theft Winding toy soldiers to march the path toward furtive glory While spurting the tune of war to the end of their very last breaths* *Harbinger of certain death Peek from behind the curtain Witness the brain mining From inside your skull eyeballs explode, deftly blinding Defining images which pervade Overwhelming emotions stowed Once turned to stone mental harm, tractor combines harvest FarmVille tards by the barnload Certainly, The eye of Horus and ISIS see all scorching and seizing nations, arm in arm All for one, none for all Bombarding bravado Clasp the trap Lapse in conscious All tapped out Drowning in tap water Until all comes tumbling down like Niagara Falls, dauntless Like Satan's hands expanding advance upon the homeland Then race trickling downward Total assest forfeiture ***** buried in sand)* Faces hidden, ashamed Orchestrate the line in frame Shape my frame of mind Until my thoughtscape escapes To peer through one eye Met to widespread acclaim Descending into the mind of Chaos, His stables gates burst forth with beasts of fable, insatiable and rampant Triumphant, turn the tables Arch-Angels blare your trumpets *Tell Famine get off his high horse And rear his ugly head So we can really show that ***** Mother Earth what for; **** that ***** until nothing's left* *Effectively wrecked From careening trains of wretched ********* Now she's hit & the caged bird that longs to be free, is inevitably dismembered to pieces by the felines that be*

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it was a normal day: in the metro, a tall guy was giving oral stress to his girlfriend for spending too much time on her phone, angry mothers were killing it at Fruit Ninja, aiming only for the green items; all because of some article on vegans they read on Bored Panda, students were kicking it on Tinder, deciding their political views in the same time, with simple left & right swipes, Romanian women were being abused in Italian FarmVille games, while the cucumber production was growing and growing, it was a bad day for poetry; all the good words were on strike! the streets were empty and all the traffic lights were red. I was still hoping there was hope in this world. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cdvk7O3Tz6A]

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Mar 15, 2017

Mar 15, 2017 at 5:42 AM UTC

miss-clofullia

#hope

it was a normal day: in the metro, a tall guy was giving oral stress to his girlfriend for spending too much time on her phone, angry mothers were killing it at Fruit Ninja, aiming only for the green items; all because of some article on vegans they read on Bored Panda, students were kicking it on Tinder, deciding their political views in the same time, with simple left & right swipes, Romanian women were being abused in Italian FarmVille games, while the cucumber production was growing and growing, it was a bad day for poetry; all the good words were on strike! the streets were empty and all the traffic lights were red. I was still hoping there was hope in this world. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cdvk7O3Tz6A]

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I hate farmville I don't understand why people put up with shovelware Pay more money to play our game Pay us more money to do something monotonous You grew corn Way to go. You're a champion. Thanks for the $1.99 Fertilizer's great right? Wouldn't you rather create a fake farm than make one in real life? Why use blood, sweat, and tears when you can pay more money To play a ****** game for years?

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May 10, 2014

May 10, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC

m-clement

Grow more crops

I hate farmville I don't understand why people put up with shovelware Pay more money to play our game Pay us more money to do something monotonous You grew corn Way to go. You're a champion. Thanks for the $1.99 Fertilizer's great right? Wouldn't you rather create a fake farm than make one in real life? Why use blood, sweat, and tears when you can pay more money To play a ****** game for years?

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Oh Farmville, Farmville you fill my day that otherwise I'd throw away I'd work I'd wash I'd clean I'd cook And otherwise be off Facebook But thanks to all my Farmville friends I've chicks to feed and fields to tend Crops to sell and barns to raise this is now, how i spend my days Oh look a purple cow!

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May 18, 2010

May 18, 2010 at 10:29 AM UTC

annie-brown

Ode to Farmville

Oh Farmville, Farmville you fill my day that otherwise I'd throw away I'd work I'd wash I'd clean I'd cook And otherwise be off Facebook But thanks to all my Farmville friends I've chicks to feed and fields to tend Crops to sell and barns to raise this is now, how i spend my days Oh look a purple cow!

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I really hate facebook No really, I do Everyone I ever knew is on there Sometimes more than once 500 friends and still no one to talk to Everyone commenting But no one’s really saying anything LOL Have I mentioned how much I hate you? Oh look Farmville... again Gods help me Another comment box is coming up I’m being poked from so many different directions Does anyone own a phone anymore? HAHA thought someone might remember my birthday No that was facebook to Of course Poke me again and I swear I’ll strangle you with that mouse cord! Wireless...? I’ll show you wireless Family I have never met before wants to add me Just because we share the same last name Does not mean I want to know you I just saw pictures I wish I hadn’t I think I need to gouge my eyes out ...I’m being poked again That’s it I’m killing someone! For the record I told you so Prepare to die! LOL p.s I hate you

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Mar 6, 2012

Mar 6, 2012 at 6:02 PM UTC

sam-greig-mohns

LOL p.s I hate you

I really hate facebook No really, I do Everyone I ever knew is on there Sometimes more than once 500 friends and still no one to talk to Everyone commenting But no one’s really saying anything LOL Have I mentioned how much I hate you? Oh look Farmville... again Gods help me Another comment box is coming up I’m being poked from so many different directions Does anyone own a phone anymore? HAHA thought someone might remember my birthday No that was facebook to Of course Poke me again and I swear I’ll strangle you with that mouse cord! Wireless...? I’ll show you wireless Family I have never met before wants to add me Just because we share the same last name Does not mean I want to know you I just saw pictures I wish I hadn’t I think I need to gouge my eyes out ...I’m being poked again That’s it I’m killing someone! For the record I told you so Prepare to die! LOL p.s I hate you

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Whatever happened to those days when 2 good friends was enough 4 was pushing your ability to see them all in a week and more then you could count on one hand meant you were that kid with more money then social skills What happened to picking up the phone going 24 hours without texting someone or god forbid leaving the house without your cellphone, tablet, E-reader... ext... ext Where did the enthusiastic answer Hell ya! go? when was is swallowed up by the strange awkward silence usually following the question Are you busy? When was it converted into a hesitant and half hearted lie I'll message you on Facebook... When did the world start revolving around spray on tans because no one goes outside anymore When was LIFE exchanged for online credit birthday reminders for people you've never met high scores that wont matter tomorrow, or even 10 seconds from now Farmville, Mafia wars, Bejeweled and loneliness...

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Feb 9, 2014

Feb 9, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC

sam-greig-mohns

E-Life

Whatever happened to those days when 2 good friends was enough 4 was pushing your ability to see them all in a week and more then you could count on one hand meant you were that kid with more money then social skills What happened to picking up the phone going 24 hours without texting someone or god forbid leaving the house without your cellphone, tablet, E-reader... ext... ext Where did the enthusiastic answer Hell ya! go? when was is swallowed up by the strange awkward silence usually following the question Are you busy? When was it converted into a hesitant and half hearted lie I'll message you on Facebook... When did the world start revolving around spray on tans because no one goes outside anymore When was LIFE exchanged for online credit birthday reminders for people you've never met high scores that wont matter tomorrow, or even 10 seconds from now Farmville, Mafia wars, Bejeweled and loneliness...

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It be like, what song are you love, Scooby doo, play, Farmville too, gamble, the whole day through. What the fluck is wrong with you? Ifya want a friend that goes on to the end you've got a fiend in Facebook.

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Sponsored post

It be like, what song are you love, Scooby doo, play, Farmville too, gamble, the whole day through. What the fluck is wrong with you? Ifya want a friend that goes on to the end you've got a fiend in Facebook.

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Mummy, Happy birth-mothersday Throw ya toast out the window Feed it to the dog Kiss me with your laughing eyes Kiss me kindly with your lips Touch my cheek with your smooth brown hands Not one more time But forever more times please Mum Let's get ***** growing potatoes Let's get paint on the carpet Let's write love notes on the walls Like all normal people do Tell me to make you a cuppa tea. (I'm turning into you mum.) Sing my songs to me mummy Tell me about Rindacella again please tell me how she slopped her dripper on the stairs Can you hear the morepork Mummy? Listen with me Did you see that shootin' star? Are you smelling these trees? Wrap me up in itchy woollen cardies Put my odd socks on Puddle jumpin' in my gummies In a land called Honalee I'll climb into bed with you tonight Lace bedspread catching my toes Curl up in the nest of the crook of your knees It's cold, sleep back-to-back Dance in front of my friends if you like They all think you're cool Sorry I didn't tell you. Teenagers **** Tell me I'm amazing Adventurous and strong Your courageous daughter Smart and beautiful Remind me I can sail ships through storms That God is always close Pray over me and praise with me Read the bible again to me Come play piano with Isobel Or computer games if you like I think I've killed your Farmville farm Sorry . Mummy Chat with me on Facebook Ocean's teacher likes Donald Trump Be outraged with me please Come with me to the school I'll hide behind your storm People aren't afraid of my Gentle, steady rain I think I hear my babies stirring They're amazing Mum You should see the stuff they do and say You should see how fierce they are You should. You should. You should. Be. Here. They're creeping round the house now Making my heart laugh I better open up my bedroom window Ready for the toast.

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May 8, 2016

May 8, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC

ra

Mummy

Mummy, Happy birth-mothersday Throw ya toast out the window Feed it to the dog Kiss me with your laughing eyes Kiss me kindly with your lips Touch my cheek with your smooth brown hands Not one more time But forever more times please Mum Let's get ***** growing potatoes Let's get paint on the carpet Let's write love notes on the walls Like all normal people do Tell me to make you a cuppa tea. (I'm turning into you mum.) Sing my songs to me mummy Tell me about Rindacella again please tell me how she slopped her dripper on the stairs Can you hear the morepork Mummy? Listen with me Did you see that shootin' star? Are you smelling these trees? Wrap me up in itchy woollen cardies Put my odd socks on Puddle jumpin' in my gummies In a land called Honalee I'll climb into bed with you tonight Lace bedspread catching my toes Curl up in the nest of the crook of your knees It's cold, sleep back-to-back Dance in front of my friends if you like They all think you're cool Sorry I didn't tell you. Teenagers **** Tell me I'm amazing Adventurous and strong Your courageous daughter Smart and beautiful Remind me I can sail ships through storms That God is always close Pray over me and praise with me Read the bible again to me Come play piano with Isobel Or computer games if you like I think I've killed your Farmville farm Sorry . Mummy Chat with me on Facebook Ocean's teacher likes Donald Trump Be outraged with me please Come with me to the school I'll hide behind your storm People aren't afraid of my Gentle, steady rain I think I hear my babies stirring They're amazing Mum You should see the stuff they do and say You should see how fierce they are You should. You should. You should. Be. Here. They're creeping round the house now Making my heart laugh I better open up my bedroom window Ready for the toast.

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In the glow of screens, we gathered, Farmville requests from aunts, a world of laughter, simple joys shared like sunlight, photos blooming like flowers, each snapshot a moment held close. But shadows crept in, voices grew louder, arguments ignited in the digital crowd, once a haven for stories and cheer, now a battleground, where fear and anger drown out connection. Oh, to step back, to mute the noise, to cherish the small moments, to find joy in simplicity. Can we learn to listen? To hold our space with care? To share our truths without fear of judgment? Imagine a world where we pause, where empathy reigns and understanding flows. Let’s reclaim the joy of a simple post, the warmth of shared memories, the bonds that matter most. If we could remember how to talk again— to share our lives without the weight of expectation, to celebrate each other’s stories as our own. Maybe then we can find our way back, to laughter and support, to kindness woven through our words. And maybe one day, we will step into that light again— not as warriors in an endless fight, but as friends seeking connection, hearts open to the beauty of being together.

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Nov 14, 2024

Nov 14, 2024 at 7:07 PM UTC

SoulPhelan_Unbound

Rekindling Connection in the Age of Social Media

In the glow of screens, we gathered, Farmville requests from aunts, a world of laughter, simple joys shared like sunlight, photos blooming like flowers, each snapshot a moment held close. But shadows crept in, voices grew louder, arguments ignited in the digital crowd, once a haven for stories and cheer, now a battleground, where fear and anger drown out connection. Oh, to step back, to mute the noise, to cherish the small moments, to find joy in simplicity. Can we learn to listen? To hold our space with care? To share our truths without fear of judgment? Imagine a world where we pause, where empathy reigns and understanding flows. Let’s reclaim the joy of a simple post, the warmth of shared memories, the bonds that matter most. If we could remember how to talk again— to share our lives without the weight of expectation, to celebrate each other’s stories as our own. Maybe then we can find our way back, to laughter and support, to kindness woven through our words. And maybe one day, we will step into that light again— not as warriors in an endless fight, but as friends seeking connection, hearts open to the beauty of being together.

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In the aisle for a while There's no preferential here on the Central it's dog eat dog see a seat want a seat get a seat. This is a treat for me immersed in the trappings of some great abnormality which some call life and in the fast lane too heading to god knows who but where is the greater question. Singled celled organisms? the origins are to be found here on the underground a seething mass of humanity who like me sit silently and pray to Candy Crush or FarmVille and YouTube is just one more tube to train your thoughts upon. Sounds a bit dismal which are the only sounds you hear down here that and the occasional snort when some clever clogsworth gets caught in the door. Imagining there was no here down here and only up there up there how could I bear it? but I'd manage. And now I'm ' off to see the wizard' well they all think they're wizards don't they until they're turned into a frog back to dog eat dog but I never really left.

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May 4, 2018

May 4, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

A slice of Friday morning

In the aisle for a while There's no preferential here on the Central it's dog eat dog see a seat want a seat get a seat. This is a treat for me immersed in the trappings of some great abnormality which some call life and in the fast lane too heading to god knows who but where is the greater question. Singled celled organisms? the origins are to be found here on the underground a seething mass of humanity who like me sit silently and pray to Candy Crush or FarmVille and YouTube is just one more tube to train your thoughts upon. Sounds a bit dismal which are the only sounds you hear down here that and the occasional snort when some clever clogsworth gets caught in the door. Imagining there was no here down here and only up there up there how could I bear it? but I'd manage. And now I'm ' off to see the wizard' well they all think they're wizards don't they until they're turned into a frog back to dog eat dog but I never really left.

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