"fomo" poems
what time was it
what was your age
when you first found out
that it's all just staged
from their instagram account
to their facebook page
it's all just made up
so they are not upstaged
they exaggerate their life
as their followers rose
they take a hundred shots
to get the perfect pose
so don't get caught up in it
you're not missing out
these apps intend to create needs
and to fill your life with doubt
be aware as you scan your feeds
it might be time to log-out
repeat this line just as it reads
i am not missing out
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 8:30 PM UTC
Maybe deep down she'll always be that girl that wants what she can't fully have.
Loving people that'll never know how to love her, really love her.
And a few times she'll realize her worth but then she gets consumed in this futuristic land of fomo.
fear of missing out
That wide range between reality and what if.
Reality existing in hands other than her own.
What if being behind those closed doors that make reality worthwhile.
Fearful of abandoning reality because there's that small chance that what if comes through.
Fear of missing out.
On you.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
a whispered secret
a knowing glance
a random laugh
a hidden joke
i know i wasn’t there
but i swear it wasn’t my fault
so please stop making me feel
so freaking left out.
i’d rather be with you
and i know it doesn’t seem like much
but
a shaky streaks
a liked photo
a viral tweet
a funny video
thanks for giving me a reason
to give in to all this fomo.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 10:58 PM UTC
Friends fake endearments written in yearbooks
Or until the reunion when age can’t pretend
Many attend only to feel better about themselves
One night to reminisce, pity accompanying regret.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 12:22 AM UTC
In between the media, gadgets and social
anxiety, I have feelings too. They
tell me to stop and listen to something
other than YOLO and FOMO. As I browse
through feeds, the limbic
part of me raises the bar a little, while
the frontal part of me swings
between dissatisfaction and hope.
I look at you
from the peripheral field of my mind. I know
you won't stop. Craving
more is what we were made
to become. Somewhere in our heads,
we lost our hearts.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC
not emotions
but my body freezing and falling asleep
once again I found out last
once again I feel left out
it doesn't even hurt
it doesn't bring me sadness
it just exist
and my body reacts to it
but my brain shuts down
my emotions turn off
it's like I'm away from my body as it's not feeling anything
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
There is such peace in nature.
The absence of filling time
with words, emotions and opinions.
Just. Being. Still.
When I close my mouth and open my heart
to her fierce stillness,
I find a part of myself
so grounded and complete.
Just. As. I. Am.
FOMO has been driving
this bus for too long now.
I think I’ll turn the keys over
to SLO-MO for a while
instead.
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
Wake up
Check
Any updates
Check
Give it 2 minutes
Log back on
Check
My god, she added last night
Check
14 new comments
Check
*** I cannot believe she posted that picture
Check
Best look on Insta
Check
No Way!
22 new pics
Who is he?
Check
Her ex? Again, no way!
I'll give it an hour
5 minutes pass.
I might have missed something
Check
Nothing
OK
Not OK
No pics of me yet
Why no pics of me?
Did I look that bad?
Better check
Check
Nothing
This could have been a mistake last night
Check
Check
Check
Fear Of Missing Out
JJB
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 4:36 PM UTC
Fear of lack limits us more than not accepting limits does.
Our FOMO creates walls.
More brain cells must be grown, english needs an upgrade from inside its limits!
Oexperiment! Where?? connect zee dots hombre
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 5:13 PM UTC
Love is a burning feeling in my gut
Besieged by fear and retribution
We reduced ourselves to ashes
We are accents and accidents
Rented by teenage time-travelers
On the lonely road to happiness
We are shattered tornadoes
And bruised background checks
We are appetites of coercion
In the hands of any man with a cigarette
We are assassins in the making
And there are always lawyers for the taking
We are the dragons teeth
Eating our own weaknesses
We are revealing images of infinite healing
Hungry for your eyes and immune to stealing
We are sheets of paper baked in an oven
We are the numberless occupants
Of another abandoned apartment building
We are shouting matches and fireplaces
Lit with nimble little fingers
When your hands have become eyes
You are slower to lift them to the sky
So you cover up your secrets
With the fabric of space and time
We shine our strength and our sorrow
When all of it's the same
Both yesterday and tomorrow
Tonight we are appointed
To watch over these sacred grounds
For nothing shall ever happen
If we don't speak it from our mouth
And love is only music
Using language to find it's sound
We are dominant-handed people
Who know too much about your scorn
We are contacts covering translucent corneas
Petrified with doubt and looking inside out
We are always a little troubled
By the thought of being left out
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC
I honestly really mis high school. When I moved to the UK a few months ago, I really though I was going to start off my new life in university meeting new friends and having the time of my life.
But so much happened that postponed that and now I'm at home in an area where I have no friends and nothing to do. Hopefully, that changes soon.
On the topic of missing people, I look at social media a lot and see my friends having fun and that reminds me of something else I read online once. It was about something called FOMO, which I didn't understand back when I first saw the word a few years ago.
Nowadays, I get what that means. When I see people my age having fun and doing things, it makes me feel upset. Kind of reminds me that I'm not living my life the way I really want to. But social media does that to you. It shows you the really happy parts of people's lives, the boring parts usually being left out.
It really ***** but I have next year to look forward to so I won't worry about it too much right now.
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 7:54 PM UTC
I used to think I knew what to think
Reading too many books and stuffing my opinions
Never having lived them
But then you'd meet me in my basement
And you coyly asked me how my day went
Shyly loving the attention
I'm tired of playing chump
Every time that you hook up
FOMO as God's playing favorites
From my place down in the pavement
I know that nice guys finish last
Chivalry's best left in the past
While you SIMP for all them
I'm a shmuck but a gentleman
I give you my coat
Hold you close
Provide you comfort when you're crying
Let you get drunk
Drive you home
Each time you break up with that guy again
I'd jump out the shower
Just to buy you flowers
When he forgets your birthday, he's no gentleman
You deserved better than him
Since we were 17 we were always such a team
Just like Buffy's Scoobies
or too many John Hughes movies
And over the years when we'd lose touch
I just wasn't friend enough
For both of us to keep up
With all our changing scenes
I hope you don't feel something missing
With your second husband and your children
You don't find a missing laugh
When you cant find that photograph
I was just a place and time
Best left only to my mind when you've forgotten me
The gentleman, your best friend
I'd still give you my coat
Off my back
In the middle of a snowstorm
I don't even know you now
I'd still pick you up when
your car breaks down
Deliver you safe home
From wherever you roam
I'd jump the next flight
If you call and say you need me
No matter how far we may be, I'm still your gentleman
Hug your husband, kiss your kids
You are still a piece of me and until my end
I'm your gentleman
I wish we were still friends
Some cliche about lost time
Another dumb story or bad rhyme
Insert lame joke here, my dear
Darker lines
Less and greyer hair,
Maybe I'm a little more distinguished
I got this far
Because you were there
I took too long to say I still care
I'm soaking towels every hour
to stop my burning bridges
and I am missing you
my friend
Signed, your gentleman
Jun 27, 2024
Jun 27, 2024 at 8:46 PM UTC
You're the one who suggested
the park picnic, obviously. We got the food
from the M&S at King's Cross after you’d arrived,
wearing the bracelet I'd bought you
for your thirtieth half a year ago.
You really didn't have to. I knew that,
but did anyway. Happy tears flashed
in your eyes. In mine too.
Although we both know, we ask
how we've been. Much the same as always.
Work colleagues fancy a drink
on Fridays - it's a pass. Skin’s breaking out
again - it's hormonal. Turns out we're both
reading Emily Henry because everyone else is.
Falling into line with the masses.
Bookish FOMO, you say. I emit a giggle at that.
A group of others play football nearby;
tote bags for goalposts. I doubt a wayward kick
but I move the share bag of cheese
and onion closer to my crossed legs.
I almost don't hear you ask *really better now,
I worry you know.* I know you do but again,
my throat becomes clogged. I never tell.
The light licks your shoulders and I think of drinking
the sun one day without rosy blotches
on my skin, heartburn on the hour, every hour.
Jun 25, 2024
Jun 25, 2024 at 10:28 AM UTC
Empty wine bottles
Boardgames
Makeup stained sheets
Give it a few weeks
Our periods sync
our hair clogs together
in the shower drain
We lose track of who's is whos
And share laughter clothes and virtue
DIY haircuts
Phobias
Leftovers
Milk carton sniffing
Living with women
We scrape around
Recycling Tuesdays
Two pound for the bus to town
But I like to walk around
rents gone up
So has life
Overpriced
Cod and chips
Read my lips
Pre-drinks so we can afford
to go out on the ****
Self diagnosis
No sleep
Sore feet
Feed the cat
Call me back
Borrowed socks
All I've got
Something always missing
Living with women
Gratitude
expired ****
Deliveroo
No looroll mid poo
Overjoyed
Underpaid
Petty fights
Pilau rice
Love of my life
what's should we watch tonight?
Deadlines
Parking fines
2 sugars please
Mind at ease
But eek those shoes don't go with these
Panic attack
Midnight snack
Summers gone just like that
Stick and pokes
Just for jokes
Long weekends
Best friends
Manic episode
Girl code
Sound proof
Shortbread
Bed head
Bad breath
Razor blades
Lucazade
Feng shui
Hungover for days
Like we're running out of ways
keeping entertained for free
Bordem beginning
Monotonous misery
Fomo
Comrodory
Unnecessary jealously
But you bring out the best in me
Sloppy secrets
Morning mindgames patrol
Toilet bowl throw up goal
Empowered
After hours
Talking till it's all said twice
247 advice
Ready salted luck you've been given
The days you thank ****
To know these women
Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 2:41 PM UTC