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Carmen May 2014
Distance has a particular way of hurting:
It begins slowly, and is self-contained.
Because our mothers would often speak about Love,
and how everything falls helpless in Love,
Distance becomes a housebroken dog.
It is powerless, and whilst I love, I am powerful.
On Sunday, our fathers would teach us to put our faith in things unseen,
and so we grow confident and complacent.
Just when you think you’ve understood it,
It sinks its teeth in hard and deep.

An idealist tries to make it out light and easy
They will often write poems about finding
ideal love in the real world.
But I will write about knowing
real love misplaced in an ideal world.
It’s a world where comfort could come in binary files
filled with digital empathy and memories.
Where typed words and numbers that form
black and white promises could replace
the real and organic voice of reassurance.
Where wires between my webcams and your headsets
could entangle themselves in ways our fingers
used to be intertwined.
Where waiting for an email meant as much as
waiting for you to return home to me.
Where the strategic positioning of your punctuation marks
could transform these passive symbols
into active symbols of love and concern:

A comma, like a shared pause for when our eyes meet
Exclamation marks for when we wave to each other from across the street,
or as a passionate gesture from underneath these sheets.
A question mark for when you’re sick and I am by your bed
Worried, because you wouldn’t eat.
A semicolon for when we argue,
and a full stop for when we finally give in.
A parenthesis for containing moments of vulnerability
that only seem to leak out late at night.

You won’t know it but,
I dream mostly of an online conversation,
filled with time stamps that affirm your presence.
If I’m lucky, I will find an ellipsis
Small creatures of continuity with
heads heavy with hesitation.

And - if I’m really lucky,
I’d undo those black buttons of suspense
and see you once more.
toywill Aug 2013
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Overall, accessories are must-have for a complete pc experience. No matter what kind of system you have, whether it is desktop pc or laptop, these hardware and peripherals can make or mar your business if not selected smartly.

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Christina Lau Dec 2015
Someone’s world jumped
onto a cold set of tracks
at Jamaica station
early last week.

Someone’s world jumped
into the universe next door,
leaving us all for
being too human.

At the time,
I was trapped at Penn Station.
A pain spread
about my stomach
like a pen pressed against
a sheet of looseleaf.

MTA officials made announcements,
calling it a mechanical malfunction.

9 to 5 businessmen in
deep black suits with bluetooth headsets
groaned and bargained
for passage home,
ready to ride
through a stranger's graveyard.

Little kids ran through shops,
fingers sticky with frozen yogurt
and popcorn- surprise treats
used as pacifiers.

I sat in a well known coffee shop
pondering life and death.

The word suicide didn’t hurt
like it used to, but I felt
connected to this stranger.

I thought about
that person’s lover,
that person’s sister,
that person’s mother,
that person’s friend.

I thought about how
all of their galaxies stirred and switched gears.
A planet of theirs- tremendous or trifling in their own imagination-
collapsed and changed the course of everything.
I wondered if their galaxy halted and
each star and planet mourned or
if their galaxy smoothed over the craters
and dodged all the meteors and
didn’t even blink.

My galaxy shifted and
clouds laid thick.
Stars dimmed their lights in harmony.

A few years ago
or even a few months ago,
I would’ve cried
and thought
about following this
stranger to train station heaven.

But now,
I thought about
my sister’s galaxy,
my mother’s galaxy,
my best friend’s galaxy.

Now,
I felt sadness
but I also felt love.
an old poem re-written
Ryan Long May 2017
We risk our lives everyday
every time that we clock in,
it's our way of life and what we do
  its the way it's always been.
  
We wake at 3 am to bells ringing
and sirens blare,
we leap to our feet and go get dressed
to fight deep in Hells lair.

In the darkness we don our gear
******* helmet and boot,
as one these brothers all get up
go sliding down the chute.

We run to the truck now wide awake
and with ease we slide in,
we put on our headsets to hear each other all other noise becomes a low din.

We race to the scene where smoke is showing
no one knows who got out,
we put on our airpacks and our masks
to talk we must now shout.

With axe in hand we enter therein
the Devils home amidst the flame,
we quickly search for everyone
boy, girl, man and dame.

The air is hot we can feel it through
the clothe armor that we wear,
but on we search through the building
till we realize we're low on air.

Another​ crew goes in
In their hands the hose
To find the seat of the flames
It's advancement to oppose

We cut the roof we pull the ceiling
Our hands and feet lose all feeling

We find a child we cover them up
We rush back to the door
We bring them to safety and go back in
To check and search for more

For hours the cycle repeats
Till all is said and done
The fire is out, we've done our job
This time we won

No fire is left and all are safe
We put our tools and hose away
And go back to the station
Where hopefully we'll get to stay

Our gears been scrubbed
Time to rest our exhausted bodies

We wake at 8 am to bells ringing
and sirens blare,
we leap to our feet and go get dressed
to fight deep in Hells lair...
Remind me what it feels like to loose my mind in a heartbeat,
Remind me everyday what it stings me not to say

Remind me right now, before everything fades away...
Remind me that you still might be there if i need you someday.

Remind me of the sunsets,
Remind of the headsets,
Remind me of the necklace
and all the simple set backs.

Remind me of the progress, that never was enough,
Remind me of the success, never the lack of trust.

Remind me of the weight you held, before all was broken down,
Remind me of how lost I was, spread hope that I may be found....

Remind me of the days I threw away the crown...
Remind me why i stay awake, when my eyes still want to drown.
archwolf-angel Oct 2016
The cold plays a simple symphony
A perfect season for cuddly jackets and woolly gloves
Skin tight jeans and knee high boots
And knitted scarfs made from tender careful hands

Light weight make up that stays in tact
Kissable lips always stay perfect
A warm cup of coffee in hand
Music playing through headsets

Sights caught in between the falling snow
Brown hues whispering cheerful greetings
An embrace of warmth from body heat
Hearing that familiar heartbeat
forestfaith Nov 2018
“I have a question.”
“Why is it that the more connected we are, the less connection we have for each other?”
“I...don’t really know.”
“Maybe....because they value phones and social media more than people?”
“I don’t know”
“Or....maybe they place their identity on them too.”
“I Guess.”
“I don’t really know.”
“What If.....the people in this world don’t actually know the ‘friends’ they are sitting beside in during recess or while hanging out.”
“Maybe....i mean, isn’t hanging out supposed to be about spending time with each other, directly, and not i guess, with their phones, or through their phones...is it?”
“I fear about the future.”
“Why is that?”
“Well, what if my children, or other people’s children...”
“Basically the next generation,”
“Ye, the next generation wont actually know what actual friends are, like being trapped in mechanical boxes with those weird things on...what is it called? Oh right, VR headsets. And then they live in those boxes.”
“I don’t know....”
“I just want people to talk to each other, WITHOUT their heads down on the phone and eyes glued to the screen....like the kampong days...”
“Maybe...”

Maybe......
Hope y’all got something from dis
preservationman Jul 2015
As a kid going to Private School
We learned many things being numerous source tools
We would often take field trips to various places
Each had its own individual spaces
One particular event was the United Nations
It was known with communicating with and establishing that with the world
We journeyed in what makes the United Nations in what it is
We had a Tour Guide from India who told us about the UN
Then our tour really started to begin
We entered an auditorium behind a sturdy glass
It was made to muffle the sound of silence much like a mask
We were at a General Assembly with a headset and Interpreter who spoke
As a kid, we learned that the UN was a serious business and no joke
Well things started to heat up with strong intense verbal use
It was becoming more like personal country abuse
Countries upon countries telling each other off
You could say defining with no meaning
The Interpreter literally stopped translating
Because we were 12 years old, Security demanded that we take off the headsets immediately
Later we headed for our school bus and journeyed back to our destination
It’s amazing how things are done all with a little persuasion
The United Nations with its own special blend, and my story that has come to a complete end.
Tom Spencer Dec 2018
a flurry of gold leaves
sails past

whirling into
and then out of

the sunlight streaming
between the buildings

everyone is in a hurry
eyes fixed on phones

headsets on
no one talking

only wind sound
and the dry scrape

and tumble of autumn
skittering down the curb

Tom Spencer © 2018
thulvni Feb 2015
They  use it to drag another into each others orbits .. I sea green resisting I forfeit . Music they use it to make me feel at home and belonging while I'm longing for where am going . Music they use it to make dirt sound beautiful , **** looks incredeble , music they use it till I sea those in death invincible , music they use it me on my headsets laying watching the son set listening to music contemplating on bracelets that are diging a place for my cusket .music they use it for you to loose the son orbit to the cubic orbit.
#music #way #melodies #perodies
Cydney Something Jun 2019
There are certain things
That are constant
At every truck stop:

The **** bottles,
never far from the trash cans
The diesel rivers,
perfuming the air like iridescent, poisoned flowers
The old men,
casting their eyes down as they walk
The idling engines,
singing lullabies to those in "sleeper"
The dog,
whining, waiting, or watching
The cat,
pretending not to care at all
The noisy reefers,
The bluetooth headsets,
The IFTA stickers,
The overpriced everything

And for me,
The hope that it will all go away
Bogdan Dragos Nov 2020
silence
Silence is the most important thing
It's what renders headphones
and earbuds
and headsets one of the
greatest
inventions of the modern world

The ability to enjoy entertainment
without disturbing those
around you

Silence

It's important to know this about it
cuz unfortunately some of
the lessons
about the importance
of silence
are taught by the most
extreme teachers

Myself and a friend of mine had been
taught the lesson by such a teacher

We were twelve and thirteen
and he got a new gaming console for
his birthday and we spoke with another
friend to lend us a cool game,
some shooter

I stayed over the night
and we started playing
and the TV was quite loud
The game was fun
We were loud
and there were bangs and explosions
and guns firing and screams and flashes

and suddenly
the door of the bathroom bangs
open with a kick and my friend's
grandfather storms into the room
with froth about his bleached lips and
he grabs my friend's arm and
pins him to the ground and holds him there
as he looks around the room with crazed eyes,
more scared than both my friend and I

I think what's worse
is that the old man was previously
on the toilet
using it
and he got up without wiping
or washing his hands
and came into our room like that

My friend's father came when he heard
the commotion and
dragged the old man away
and left us mute
and shaken

we didn't say a word until he
came back a few seconds later
and lectured us about PTSD

but I guess the real moral of the
story is that silence is important
and headphones are really one of
humanity's greatest inventions
Steven L Herring Sep 2018
Rings
These little things
bind you
Change you
Take you out of town
and turn your entire life
Up
               side
down

It starts with car rides
to dinners with strangers
Miniature screens in the headrests
and fights over broken headsets
ENOUGH
Screams and fights over what's best

Nobody listens
and the dew
on the stalemate glistens
like the sweat on a can
and you'll do anything
to put ten down
and lighten the load in your hand

Heartbeats are mechanical
and feelings are enveloped
in aluminum now
Not a salute
Not one bow
Nothing but a glass tipped to tv
Nothing but a closed box
with someone trapped inside
screaming
“Listen to me!
Why didn't you just listen to me?!”

Silly!
You didn't listen to her
from the start
It was all set in stone from the word go
but you led out with your heart
when all you had to do
was walk away right then
Instead of automating
for the next five to ten

But no worries friend
I saw your shell fall away
miles ago
and
I really do feel that you'll
win in the end
And even though I still see a spark in you,
it's a flame from elsewhere
stoked by a Master's hand who knew
better than to put
you out of the race too soon...
Travis Green May 2023
His inviting brown eyes
Has me so stuck on his seductiveness
So in love with his robustness
Hungering for him for a month of Sundays
My unfuckwithable kissable big hitter

I crave to lay with him, taste him
Trace his handsomeness with my hands
Stroke his imposing shoulders
Peck his shredded treasured pecs
Nuzzle my nose against his dope abs

Let him catch my attention
Finesse my dimension
Test my limits, undress my existence
Caress my heavy headsets
Graze my pebbled crests

Amaze my **** ***
Make me dazed and inebriated
So infatuated with his straightness
Hot toned muscles for days
That has my foundation ablaze

My unshakable irreplaceable sensation
His erotically appealing and lingering kisses
Blisses me out, makes me check him out
Fills me with an indescribable desire
As I admire his high-powered divine empire

His hissing hot heat bewitches me
His hunky punchy thugness is
The hottest and sauciest sight
That thunderstrikes my life and dreams
Matchless splashiness on the brain

I am so lost in thought when I marvel
At his statuesque attractiveness
His masculineness makes me feel
So blasted and ecstatic
So daft about his mad rad craft

Take off his gleaming green jeans and gaudy boxers
******* his salty slick stick
Give it a long luscious lick
Kiss and tease the tip
**** his zappy clappers

Let him plunge its hung *** gun deep into my throat
Make me choke and glow
As he picks up the pace
Spit in my face, regulate my space
Make me capitulate to his captivatingness

Groan in great exhilaration
Make me feel venerated
Spray his ******* juice
All over my rich kissy lips
And fancy silky peepers
Travis Green Jul 2023
I wanna be with him wherever he goes
Hold on to him to feel
His bold smoking machoness
Flow through my heart and soul
Make me glow, make me hold on to him
The more he probes my homoness

Speak seductive words in my ear
Enthrall my mind and body
***** my private parts
Make me hot on his astonishing sauce
Surrender to his ****** strength

Feel his sweet, succulent masculinity
Streaming all over my chocolate skin
Feel his warm, strong hands dancing all over me
Inflame me, restrain me, tame me
Drive me insane the more he rains
His game upon my domain

Feel his hot breath on my neck
His teeth on my top-shelf headsets
His tongue on my shiny diamond cutters
Love on my honey bun
Leave me thunderstruck

Deconstruct my lush, tender structure
Slide his fingers up and down my thighs
While I let out a sigh
Oh, how he got me flying high
Stuck in a trance the more he romances my entireness

Make me weak in the knees
Smell his impeccably delectable sexiness all over me
Let his high-powered passion venture through my veins
Stimulate my senses, regulate my feminineness
Enter every inch of me
With his radiant penetrating captivatingness

Unleash his unbeatable formidable thunder upon me
Whip out his thick stick shift
Drive it deep into my power slot
Put my legs in the air
Bang me madly
Over and over, faster and faster

Unravel every perimeter of my existence
Make me cling to him
Obey his every command
As he finesses my wetness
Give me a rush, make me lust
For his kissable kickass splashiness

Rock me steady, talk nasty to me
Slam his rock-hard sausage in my slippery ******
Make me sizzle my nizzle
Like rich, smooth, and mouth-watering marshmallows
Place his hands on every surface of my body

Make me so gay for his first-rate scintillating manliness
Make my inner world swirl around unhesitatingly
Eat me up like honey barbecue meatloaf
Like marinated hamburger steaks
Make me so soft as ****

So hung up on his muscle
The way he overwhelms my vessel
Give me all of his incredibleness
While sweat slithers all over my flesh
Compel me, rail me, savor my flavor
******* his gleaming man cream in my slot machine
Smothered Divine Apr 2020
I cannot express how much I have

LONGED for your embrace,
OUR relationship as whithered as reaper himself.
VOCAL mischief cackling through our matching
EVERGREEN headsets... haha.

YOU had me at first sight, but I
OVERWHELMED myself and broke our spark;
UNLESS you see me sometime later, goodbye. And I'm sorry.
Truth be told said topic minimally embellished
rather, prattling youthful looking
baby booming geezer
precious time (yours), he doth bilk
(cue sinister mock-up halloween voice)

moost valuable intangible
outstripping fine spun golden silk,
yet coronavirus (COVID-19) quarantine
drives dingbat to whole new level
wits end where sonar helps sound out his ilk.

Think me swallowing, gulping, and asphyxiating
essential experiencing ill humor versus zest
suddenly impossible mission life and death quest
in short oxygen with air supply
depleted blame climate change
analogous to getting trachea

severely pelted, pinched, pressed
nevertheless, I limber twigs to build a nest
simultaneously (choking, gagging, and laughing)
appeasing the impractical joker within/without
lame impersonation suave debonair beau geste
and pardon following hyperbole expressed.

More onerous (ha) to parish priests
tendering, regarding and administering last rites
aforementioned "fake" dead serious claim,
one little known prevaricator doth attest
(nip pulling excess milk of human kindness)

faux (pas and mine late ma)
gaming altruism confessed
***** deeds done dirt cheap
hypothetically earning devout resuscitator
invoking divine intervention
upon impious hackneyed poetaster brownie points.

Now fur heal, aye really gotta
get get something off me chest
flagrant exaggerated golden opportunity analogous,
videre licet his achievements or service to country

warrants life experiences to entail electronic knighthood,
and/or his female counterpart secularly baptized
bitta bing bitta bang fiber optically blessed
communication courtesy poetry offers level best
modality as ye will subsequently attest.

Here, now be my (virtual and/ augmented) guest
to experience former don requisite paraphernalia
quite sophisticated electronics even average
Luddite would be impressed
i.e. headsets loaded with gyroscopes and other
sensors to track movements and similar

accouterments for latter lest
please take swig and/or slug at my behest,
yours truly boasts nutritious 100% vegan zest,
oh... afterwards use greensleeve (mine), I jest
to wipe tell tale residue (i.e. milk mustache)
off your mug that gulped
farce syrup passing electric kool aid acid taste test.

Earlier today (April 18th, 2020)
a novel notion came into mine pate
to craft poem regarding titled subject
i.e. fyi Google Califia Farms
satisfactorily to investigate

or visit https://www.califiafarms.com/ to satiate
curiosity a boot plant based healthy drink to locate
nearest purveyor, an
immediate convert ye will become
preaching the gospel gushing enthusiasm will not abate
subsequently yours truly
able, eager, ready and willing to debate.
Travis Green Jul 2022
You take me higher than ever
When I am enmeshed in your top-level
Compelling caresses, when you feel
And finesse my alert-alluring headsets
Squeeze and tease my sensitive tips
Lick my neck like fresh sweet cherries
Rub your herculean hairy chest
Against my sleek exquisite flesh

You make me react in the most breathtaking ways
When your massively mandorable beard
Brushes up against my face
I crave your heavenly lit captivation even more
Draw me in your pleasurable swirling thunder
Send me into upbeat hypnotic raptures
Let every stellarly enrapturing chapter
Make me drown in your sound delight

Let me breathe you into my nostrils
Become wildly high, stuck on your thugness
Rushing into relentless mind-boggling fevers
The more you ease in closer to me
The more your madly mantastic muscles
Nuzzle my structure, you carry me deeper
Into your dreamy chocolate drawing hotness
Overconfident macho prodigy

When you give me that cold glowing stare
My whole world is graveled
When you let me touch you everywhere
My mouth water, my thoughts halt
My bouncy brown body joggles, my eyes lovestruck
What you do to me makes me
Makes me ache to be tethered to thee
Feel your fieriness flowing without reserve
In my entire desirable world

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