caught up in a sa of altrd imags
alcohol flowing
rd pupils
from all th slfis
****
scroll up /// scroll down
m8 u waz wastd
vryon at ach othr
voics scrambl;ing
for pol position
#popularity laddr
a flck of jalousy
slic of malic
*fyi
grn lights signal
sombody cars rite??
hr bgins th dz-dss-
the dscnt into pixls
primary colours
'*** **'
night grows old
plot unravls lik a ball of string
coagulats thick and bad
let fingrs do the talkin' 4 u
nams bcom strangrs
bcom nams bcom strangrs
TTYL
:)
Written: January 2015.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time.
I have just finished watching a recent powerful UK TV film called 'Cyberbully', which highlights how an unknown culprit can attack others through the Internet. This got me thinking about how today's society is so Internet-based, it's quite shocking. I notice everyday how people can be rude or offensive to others online, and yet nobody thinks anything of it, and as a result, nothing is done. The culture of those aged between 15-22 online is a thorny topic - selfies galore, attention-seekers, terrible spellers - not all, but a lot.
This poem deliberately omits any use of the letter 'e', contains brief 'cyberspeak' and punctuation in an unorthodox style (but the sort of thing one may see online from time to time). Feedback as always is appreciated.
