"interweb" poems
Hi, hello, I'm here.
My name is Lucas-Jasper, but you can call me Jas. (pronounced J-Ass) Never call me LJ. That's weird.
I'm an Aries, and I'm dumb.
Sometimes I'll write about wth is going on, or I'll write poetry, or nothing at all.
Idk man.
(Feel free to message me whenever *** I'm always on the search for interweb friends)
- Jas
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
i am the lyrical terrorist,
stalking virtual grasslands
technology fueled efficient
#winning#unabombereatyourheartout
IDK how 2 roboto-cize
spiritual growth.
YET
IDGAF bout your FB status
if you dont respond to mine.
First.
#circumcumnavigate
the sheep are now wolves
(lobotomized)
preying on our weaknesses
BRING ME ANOTHER POWER STRIP!
See?
so much 2 say...
Why?
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Word.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 3:01 PM UTC
Lisa comes into my room and flops on the bed. The day had been uncompromisingly gray, windy and cold. The night sky was a snowy, blowing darkness, an absolute void that absorbed the campus lights and reflected nothing back. “I’m missing Spring Break,” Lisa she says.
“It doesn’t even seem like Spring Break happened,” I say. “Most Yalies went to Puerto Rico this year, I think, from my sampling.”
“RIGHT?” Lisa said, “EVERYONE says that - we’re in sync. But I enjoyed Paris,” Lisa continued, “I liked your family - no - I LOVED your family,” she amends.
“THAT’s a strong take,” I say, chuckling.
“I watched basketball with your uncle (Rémi) and cousins and helped your grandma cook,” she explains, “I felt like a part of your family.”
“Aww,” I say, “You ARE part of my family now - you’re TRAPPED,” and we laughed.
They invented spring break because after several months, the student mind starts to notice a harsh reality - how much their dorm room resembles a cinder-block jail cell - and starts to wonder how a lifetime of study and stress over grades has gotten them no further in life than the average felon.
We’re at lunch. Lisa says, “Ok, what’s new with you?” Keep in mind we see each other ten times a day.
“Well,” I say, I’ve decided that “The Beatles are for spring.” Lisa laughs. “Stop!” I demand, “I’m going deep. Today’s song is Julia,” I say, “It’s John Lennon’s song to his mom who was run over by a car when he was a child.” “I love that song,” Lisa says.
“Ok, what about you?” I ask.
“My song right now is “Move like a Boss,” Lisa says, “When I’m walking across campus, with my air pods on - I’m intense, don’t get in my way - I’m dangerous, I’ll Will Smith you - I scare me.”
“Good to Know,” I say, wishing I’d gotten a lemon brownie.
Then I add, “I’ve got this presentation on Monday that I haven’t even had time to look at yet. If I don’t get on it by this weekend it’ll be a nuclear-level disaster. I started on it yesterday and the Internet went down for 20 minutes. It was stressful - of course, you don’t know how long the outage is going to be when you’re IN it - and I had THINGS to do - is that convoluted? ”
“No,” Lisa says, nodding in agreement, “losing the Interweb’s traumatic.”
Apr 2, 2022
Apr 2, 2022 at 7:11 AM UTC
i.
Cryeth not mine unearthly floret, for thou art good enough
Cryeth not, thine tear's art mine tear's, thine fear is mine fear;
Cryeth not mine pet, thine bijou vision's art met with mine own
Cryeth not holy apostle, thine anguishing jostle's across interweb.
ii.
Frowneth not mine protector, thine room awaiteth me to arrive
Frowneth not O' ethereal ressurector, I'm stuck sweetly in mind;
Frowneth not core of mine existence, thou art mine daily bread
Frowneth not, thine Thorn's art off, now they sit upon mine head.
iii.
Smile mine delicate sweet, I'm begging at thy feet for one laugh
Smile mine elegant treat, I'm more than happy, with thee blessed;
Smile mine earl Jane nagley, soon to taketh mine hand, two ring's
Smile mine dandy, we shalt meet soon, in ourn room, Bell's ding.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
What the **** is Cuck?
It’s a brand new ***** word
If you’ve been called a cuck
You should know that you’ve been slurred
You may have come across it
While browsing the Interweb
And seen it used insultingly
When describing a Bush called Jeb
It’s short for the old word Cuckhold
But given a new spin
It’s used to insult someone who’s committed
the Political Correctness sin.
If I may be declarative,
The word is simply horrible,
Be ye liberal or conservative
I’d say it’s quite deplorable
The Donald is no cuck, for sure
When he utters dog whistles like this -
If he says “blood comes out of her ‘whatever’”
The true meaning you just can’t miss
Or when he said the Second Amendment People
Might take care of our dear Hillary
Of whom he impugned would eliminate guns
And promised that he would pillory
Apologies are for sissies
Don’t wait for a pivot or turn
Was it voter suppression that rigged the election?
One day, we may learn
Cuck is the word of the day
Like some chirp made by Pepe the Frog
A new epithet from the far alt-right
Who follow our new demagogue
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
There once was a time,
When children could play outside,
Without their parents fear or cries.
In this time, the world was big,
But at least the little child,
Could explore it to his delight.
In the shroud of childhood,
The sunset is much more intense,
The greens of the trees much more serene.
And when you jump in the lagoon,
With you’re friends beside you,
You look back, and sigh, knowing you once had paradise.
But those days are gone now.
Sheltered lives, and internet.
We dive into the web, with false lives, and lies.
Where once their was honesty, decency,
And a Hard day’s Play.
Now, no more.
Sure, racism is just a joke for the comedians,
But what happens when it is our kids who grow up,
Each getting a trophy for losing.
I think they become the joke.
I think when we started to take out tough love and consequences.
When we started to believe our kids over our teachers.
When we kept them inside during the summer’s days and nights.
When we prioritized effort over victory, over success.
That failure was an acceptable outcome.
When its really, really, not.
That’s when the time we once had,
The golden age of America.
Faded, away.
But what do I know,
Hush now, I’m off to use,
The interweb machine.
This time I’m a thirty-four year old Asian female.
See you on the other side.
Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 11:27 PM UTC
i.
O' mine filipino beloved.
How mine heart aches, and these bones shaketh without thine essense of interweb hug's;
Mine tear's, there hath been plenty.Without the sound of thy voice, mine ears hast been itchy.
ii.
When I layeth down to slumber mine dear.
Just knoweth i cut and print out thy picture's- plastered them to mine wall, to feeleth thou were near;
For if it takes a whilst to seeith thee again mine pet,
Please knoweth again we shalt be one abode, an amour' we shant forget.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ~filipino rose~
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
"Alright, I've had enough of this."
"Yeah, what are we doing looking at drawings of plushies of Pokémon anyway?"
"I guess that's just go the Internet rolls; you just keep going off on tangents, forever."
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 9:01 PM UTC
i.
Once upon a time, in the interweb of H.P
Betwixt technology's advance, wherein all us poet's dream;
I met a queen, a tan skinned Filipino rose
I kneweth her from before formation, we got conjoined by toe's.
ii.
Friend's only at first, she was always there to listen
Though in love the whole time, an angelic preordained invention;
Both to shy, to cometh out with ourn realest affection's
Though mine spirit was screaming telleth her, I got her attention.
iii.
After us both in focus, and this hellish step-stool left behind
We both, like past life ghost's, made ourn amour' as sweet wine;
And now and forever, until the end of tommorrow, and time
We shalt forever fasten ourn specter's, now all maketh sense fine.
iv.
Many thinkest eternal living doth not exist, after ourn death
Telleth that to me and earl Jane nagley, as we shalt flyeth;
Ourn wing's wilt glideth, the moon's, atmosphere's, and star's
God is ourn guider, the angel's sit beside her, as I feeleth whole
In mine heart.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
I could stay up all night for you.
Not for your promises,
or for what I want to hear.
But just knowing that,
on the other end of this telephone,
or this interweb,
there's another soul
looking for just as much company as I am.
We d o better
when we e x i s t together,
not when we're t r y i n g to b e together.
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 7:30 PM UTC
I don't know everything
unless you ask my wife
and my daughter
then they will tell you
I think I do.
But I never made such a claim.
Like today,
a poem stumbled onto me
and dropped a
"zeitgeist"
into my finite word bag.
Can't say as if
I ever met the man
but I discovered him
and his ancestry
via
the world wide interweb.
There I found
the zeitgeist of my being
is both learning
and learn-ed.
Learning
because I just did.
Learn-ed
because I'm pretty good
at Words With Friends.
If all things were equal
and every soul existed in
a seven tile universe
I would be somebody!
Yet
among poets
I am plain
with no visceral reactions
because that's eight letters.
However, of this one thing I am sure,
if you trip
and drop a basket
full of blocks
which fall to the letters
U
E
R
S
O
I
S
I will turn it into
a SERIOUS poem
(worth 59 points TW and the bingo).
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
Anyone canst be a interweb lover
Yet whilst thou make it a reality?
Anyone canst be a typewriter buddy,
Yet whilst thou pick up thy fingers and dial?
Such a loss and disconnection this world has taken on as a mask!
Hopeless romance!!
Watching the world slowly commit suicide....
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
Stop asking for medical advice on Facebook,
Your superglue stitches and peroxide mismanagement
Will cost you more than a doctor's visit.
Stop asking for medical advice on Facebook
If you want to keep your limb.
I've found more competence on the "interweb."
Stop asking for medical advice on Facebook.
An oxygen embolism and cellulitis will
Have you putting out more than the Urgent Care.
Please, stop asking for medical advice on Facebook!
-Sincerely,
The EMT student who is constantly preventing disaster
For people with minor injuries who think 50's era first aid advice
Is a suitable alternative.
Oct 9, 2019
Oct 9, 2019 at 1:29 AM UTC
Though the upward blue is swarthy
I shalt get mine fill, on one day a queen and thrill;
She shalt tuck me in, her cosy confinement
Like the universe in etching, ourn spirit's realignment.
Bursting color's like snakes Rattler's
Tambourine music to flood the air;
A damsel on life's edge, loosing her head
Though me as her king, I shalt be there.
Walking hand to finger's
Gently nuzzle her with mine nose;
The word's " I loveth thee mine queen"
No if's, and's, or I suppose.
None interweb sensation
That just DIETH out;
A clap of hand's, from the crowd of band's
A strain of sand, ourn feet to route.
Her nape i shalt warmly bloweth on
To arouse her inner awareness;
Agreeing to be one unshunned
A village to be isolated, in ourn fairness.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
What is left to say
About our humdrum daily lives?
Monday to Sunday all year round
In time manufactured by mankind.
Monotonous mazes of standardised building blocks.
Daytime TV all timetabled and scheduled
The Interweb
Media meditation
For brainwashed, mindless zombies:
Heads immersed in mobile phones
Or faces bathed in television light.
Crime ridden streets await us
When we venture forth
To pre-appointed places
In a world we call “Routine”.
Little wonder then
That Imagination soon takes over
At least for me.
Heading off to Planet Paul
For flights of fancy
Fuelled by Star Trek
And Battlestar Gallactica to name but two
Of my favourite shows.
For I love Space
And anything else that lies beyond
The dreariness
Of the Here and Now.
Why do you write?
They ask as if Confession is required.
I stumble on my words
Trying to explain
How I simply have to write.
For I never can stop dreaming
And once I dream
Then I simply have to share
Whatever I’ve dreamt
With all of you.
Paul Butters
© PB 18\12\2018.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 5:59 AM UTC
Interweb affairs,
For in reality she's scared, to dare her perferated heart!!
Terror at the start....
Controlling man is all she has known... How corrupted she's become..
Deaf,blinded, and dumbed to what magazines tell her she can be.
Can't she see? For no makeup is needed..
No love can be given if alls taken, by the monsters you shall seek!
For can't you speak?
For your souls hidden amongst the thorns..
Beautifully torn,
Interweb disaster are you after!!!
For its not the place for you...
Woman of Craigslist, a believer in YouTube!
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
Human romance
Interweb connection; dreamy
The words I loveth thee.
Angelic romance
Meeting one in person; realism
Taking plane or train, making it happen.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
Being someone's dream
And being someone's reality
Art two different entities....
As in being one's dream
( their just that, not real, an illusion)
Being one's reality....
Whether on the interweb or in person
Means thou wouldst do anything to be with that person
Something one cannot do whilst dreaming..
Such as taking a plane
Bus
Car
Or even thy own feet
To go be with that person in realness....
In dreams sure thou canst be with one in thy head at night
But in the morning thou shalt waketh up alone,
And truly wish those dream's were real....
A saddened illusion..
I'm a realist,
I'm the crazy one who'd take
A plane
A bus
Or car
Or feet,
To SEE the one I love.
I'm just a hopeless romantic realist...
And proud to be..
We're a dying breed these days.....
Verily I telleth thee....
I'm a dying breed...
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
I keep almost going back to my old ways,
Over-thinking, worrying
Once again causing problems that weren’t ever there
I need to be happy with what has happened
How far i’ve come
I need to be okay failing
In order to be successful later
Who gives a **** what happened now?
IT DOESN’T MATTER FRIEND
Time passes,
People change,
Just make sure you don’t stay the same.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
It took me many years to be brave
And apparently just a few inspirational words
From someone who gets it.
No matter where life takes me
Me being brave will never change
And I will continue to be just that.
I need to thank everyone who has ever helped me
My friends, Family, and Everyone.
I hope that I am able to repay you one day.
With life’s twists and turns
I will never let them take a hold of me again.
I will let life lead me where I need to go,
No matter how long it takes.
Nothing worth having comes easy
And
Nothing easy is worth having.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
During the anticipation and transitioning of a beautiful morning sunrise sky
Five minutes of mindfulness and quiet breathing gives me a reason to fawn
There is a magic-ness waiting and watching for dawn
There is internal balking at impending healthy walking
My attention switches
I seem concerned about a proper Thai lunch venue
And whether luv is on the menu
An afternoon nap is refreshing for an old sap
A pink blue sunset quietly paints the evening sky
Such a wonderful feast for tired, sore eyes
I spend dark night hours interweb surfing, online backgammon, watching some Masterpiece views of a dead monarch’s family fight
Hoping and praying for a continuous sleep filled night
This all happens over the course of a day
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
I seest so many interweb connected lover's telleth eachother
Especially here;
"I loveth thee"
Doth thou?
Wouldst thou die for that amour?
Asketh thyself that question;
Wouldst thou really die for them?
If tis yes,
That's love
That's love......
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
Her interweb profile
Canst sure pulleth a man in......
And hogtie him..
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
Digital existence. While the living worlds
Diminished.
Just for basic daily fitness
Some need virtual assistance.
Gambling drugs and women
The sky no longer is the limit
It's the satellites with in it
And if you got it you can spend it
Weapons. Brides and ammunition
If your boy ain't acting right dont hesitate act now and end it.
Why fix problems when
Online Youll find 10 other men
That want to enter into friendship
Love is free. But who wants freedom
We need physical connection
Pof is great. 11 bucks a month
And **** is endless
Period. End of the sentence.
Moving onto next
You can alter your body and dimensions.
So it's impossible to tell
Where photoshopped begins
And where you ended...
People get bullied on social media
Some first fight *** there unfriended
***** been going on for centuries
But the internet made it demented
Some ignore the petty ****
And do what the internet intended
Go on grindr. Order fireworks
And search the laws of natural selection
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC