"lols" poems
I can never tell if you're joking
Because I'm not
Behind the lols and hahas are true feelings
I'm serious when I say that I want you
I want you to want me
I want you to look at me and see what I see
I would never
But I would
And I wish I could
Just kidding
Don't worry about it
It was never more than a joke to you
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
Texting somebody close to you,
Gossiping,
Chatting,
OMGees are all flying around,
LoLs flooding your tiny box,
Yet you're determined to stay aground.
I always have wondered why to limit,
Why to cap English or inhibit,
Replacing good ol’ words with some wicked text,
Emoticons they call,
Insipid, dull, and sluggish,
Emoticons they’re called.
Although indolence has reached its bounds,
And although my vote is utterly trifling,
Admit it,
Concede it,
Conclude it,
Emoticons’ presence should be abolished.
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 7:30 AM UTC
This is all I need. The glowing screen is all I'll ever need. I don't require friends nor family. I have everything right in front of me. This wretched device that I waste my life on. It doesn't matter, I'll just continue to tap away at this keyboard. I don't care about the joy others may feel. Why should I feel anything? All of my friends lie right here. I'll just hide behind all the LOLs and :)'s. Feelings don't matter anymore. I sit alone in this dark room, with the only light being emitted from the laptop in front of me. Only the glowing screen matters now.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
*encloses all with
softened light:
exercise repetitions
as health advisory..
decisions on paths
taken and not..
regrets missed connections
weather limitations..
no shorthand LOLs
a throwback letter
to an earlier time
with instant delivery..
this best of both
old and new..
an ending with
affection..
an email of note...!*
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
I never mean to be that guy,
But every time a friend uses another friend's Facebook,
The go-to gag will be a status saying "I'm gay," with
Eyeroll emoticons and LOLs promptly following.
Giggles and pointed fingers echo off the walls and
Into the ears of the suffering silent.
Those two words used as punchlines are the heirs,
The progeny of a past bathed in blood.
They are words weighted down by chains linked with laughs
And locked by the smiles and eyerolls.
The free ones revel in the fire baptismal they impress upon
Those left chained to the wall in the shadows.
Like children, they delight in the minor sting of the fireball that destroys those they mock.
Eyes sparkle and smiles flash at the fictional thrill that entertains them and murders the ones who dare to speak.
Their drums beat as the celebrate the chic
Game they get to play--playing Chicken with a train that isn't there
While others are strapped to the tracks by their shadows,
The darkside of the dance.
Songs and howls fill the skies and mix with the screams of the tortured to put the icing on
Their twisted fandango--a brilliant spectacle to distract from the cries for help;
A spectacle as brilliant as the screens of their phones as they type the jokes stained with sadness:
"I'm gay LOL haxored," with the laughs following
At the circus, while miles away a boy sobs into his sheets,
The cold stars his only company.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
Where are
The ecstatic saxophones that
Slung forth swank slurs of
Beauty,
The *** *** ***
Bass lines,
The snaps and snares and the
Sweet rhythm of the Night?
Music had character
And minds followed, in following
Soared.
There were no glittery vampires,
No prepubescent
Brother boy bands.
Soulful crooners never
Warbled over Alejandro,
Or the boots with the fur, with the fur.
We wrote letters and shared thoughts and ideas
And convictions.
There was no need for the techno
Middleman
To wrap our
Real thoughts in LOLs
To make opening
Up to another
More efficient.
Mass media
Gluttony drowns
America till I strain and struggle
Only to barely stay afloat
In this sea of apathy.
But you won't buy and sell my soul.
I'm not going to
Be your
Consumptive,
Quiet,
Couldn't-care-less,
I won't get in the way,
And I won't raise my voice,
Good American,
2.5 children,
Christian,
Conserva-libera-publi-crat,
Self-centered, Illiterate, Ignorant
Sheep
Only to follow the power.
**** no,
I'm mad as hell;
I want to leave the next generation
A world where
You can confess your
Love and be a man or
Love another man and have
Basic human rights, and it all
Starts in your
Mind
And your
Expression thereof.
It's the saccharine pop
Culture that has
Made free-thought unfashionable, a crime.
Art is
Revolution.
Hang
Up,
Log
Out,
Unplug and just look
At what you've let the
World become in
Letting yourself be
Little more than
A faceless source
Of merciless dollars.
Wrest free our
Culture from the
Calamitous and indifferent
Claws of rampant capitalism.
Express yourself or submit,
Stand up for a free America.
I will not be sold.
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 2:23 PM UTC
I hide my feelings & maybe it's not the smartest thing do, But it's mostly bc I'm a fool for you.
I'm falling for the idea of you
Not knowing the real you
It's dangerous
It excites me, but I've noticed it might not be the right combination of things ....
It's the type of excitement where you're blind and don't care
It's the type where you speak in subs bc you're afraid to speak your feelings
It's the kind of excitement you don't want, but see I never really minded all that bc I still didn't know the real you & I'm not the type
To judge just bc I really like you.
In reality I gave you to much hype
It wasn't fair to me bc I ended up tripping. See I forgot you told me your not a good catcher, but I still put my trust in you & I wanna beat myself up for thinking I ever had a chance with you....
I was and still am fool for you...
I tried everything I could for you.
I should've known it wasn't gonna work, from the jump one of us was already hurt. We want the same things, but we also lack the same things. I covet you... And it's wrong for you..... & me...
I thought we were meant to be
Just bc we're the same sign you & me. But just bc we're the same sign doesn't mean we can be the perfect mix. I wanted the idea of you. The thought that we were perfect me & you. The romance, the passion, the strength, the deepness, & .... & I was wrong.... I thought it was something that would make us fall together, but instead we fell apart without being together. I tell myself that we met the wrong way or maybe bc we live to far away, but then it hit me; if it was meant to be it would've been. See I believe things always happen for a reason. God knows who to put in your path and why he does it we only know after it happens. Idk why he put you in my path or why I was put in your path. All I know is after I met you I don't use that website I met you on, I don't look for anyone I wasn't really looking for someone in the first place. You just stood out to me. I took a chance ..... It didn't fail, it just needs real feeling or deep convos not lols or nahs ... In reality idk why I felt it was necessary to write all this you might not even read all this. ... I just hope that you take the time to read all this..
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
He said: "Of all the chat sites in all the internet, she walked into the one I happen to use."
He was drunk when they first spoke.
But she was too enthralled by the fact that he thought she had good taste in music to notice.
It had taken her years to train her ears to appreciate the sound of a bass solo
and learn to distinguish the no name bands worth knowing, from those that were not.
She had an appreciation for clavicles
and wrote too many poems about what love was, wasn't, and should be.
She liked to pretend that she hated cliches, yet her favorite movie was chalk full of them.
She said: "I dig you."
She dug so many things about him.
He had so much worth digging.
His love of the ocean and all things aquatic.
His green-gray eyes.
His general lack of amusement with things of the romantic sort.
He was too sincere to ever use lols
and fancied himself most competitive cooking shows.
And though he'd never driven a car, he had been para-sailing.
She said: "You're my person."
He said" "Make the world your person."
So they continued on in their mutual amusement,
exchanging selfies, sweaters and songs.
They spoke a unique language consisting of
puns
snark
lyrics
and innuendo.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 1:02 AM UTC
Hi how r u
I want u 2 no that
I want u 2 feel
I want 2 lay down 4 u
A thousand beautiful dreams
Of angel suns
Revolving in the heady twilight
Like orbs in a palm
For all the LOLs and ROFLs
This is no jk,
These are dusk zones in eternities
Green and black screen
Does me no justice
Breaks my fingers
And numbs my toes
I’ll brb in morning
To kiss you goodnight
In a tomorrow that
Will wrench yourself from yourself
Because YOLO is wrong.
You will live forever (YWLF.)
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 8:37 AM UTC
Social smoking,
Social what?
I don’t know you,
Don’t you see?
“Can I have a cigarette?”
Can you have my cigarette?
Oblige me as you may,
You are obliged to talk to me now.
Insulated, instigated community
Kept alight by the *** at hand.
As we harm our health
We tarnish our respect.
LOLs and falls are commonplace,
You were my enemy ‘til tonight,
This faithful night,
When I gave you my cigarette.
Clouded distaste
Subtly lost
As we look
For a fickle flame.
“No I don’t have a lighter”
Don’t you know me anymore?
Usurped, ****** dry
Watch me die.
Tonight I may not be so lucent.
Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 7:02 PM UTC
half of us #relationshipgoals
half of us online dating
half of us :ps and lols
half in the comments hating
the other half soul decorum
the other half sniff and listen
the other half is all forum
the other half huggin kissin
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
The
Moment
You
Say goodbye,
I'm dumped!
No I'm not dumb, it's just that my day left time will be missing you and wishing u always beside.
Some
Might
Scorn
or
Criticize
my
Exaggeration,
I will not respond and make a clarification, still not weakness but me being simple stating that true love must have such sensations.
No
not
an
opinion,
perhaps
this
love
is
no
longer
existing
Senses would rather be conspicuous, thus love won't reach a demise.
All I see is fools and lies upon the name of love,
All
I
See
Is
Fooling
In
Love
NOT FALLING !
***** u all, I bet u know nothing but Lols. In the name of love I say doom u all, go love like real or make it seal.
It's
Not
Worth
Breaking
A
Heart !
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
I’m not sure if you’re introverted or broken
If the purple in your heart is sincerity or it’s swollen
Could it be tears along with blood clashing against the narrow pathways of your veins
If that’s so then you’ve mastered pain withheld in vain
Escape vs design
Sacrifice turned into a shrine
Do you refuse to share because you conserve strength or fear burdening
Your indifference is frustrating
Are your moments of solitude spent contemplating or are you hurting
You looked in the mirror and swore an oath of silence to silence
You made a covenant to never speak about the pain you never wanted to speak about
Emojis and LOLs I’m thinking I passed the test
I’m here thinking you’re impressed
When each giggle represents another slash to your tongue
You’d shrug a smile and oppress thoughts of living in the moment
By picturing the past and how it presents itself
Like a portrait of regret placing you in regression whenever growth or transformative change is brought up in question?
Are you happy?
A phrase in the lane of impossibility
That you’re forced to reluctantly agree to
I’d have a better response asking if the colors saturate better in your dreams
When was the last time you licked the joints behind your knees
And if God forgot your name again when the queue for blessings and good hopes was read out
I hope I could suggest better comfort than “I’m here for you when you need me”
Because that’s the equivalent of drying the ocean of its tears with a bath towel
But I want you to know that I’ll do it regardless
That no soul should exist solely
That deserving is an understatement
Even when my attempts are nothing far from inevitable futilities
Regardless
I know know repeated actions for different expectations are ********
But even Einstein couldn’t escape depression
So regardless
I hope the mere thought of my existence is cathartic
You can stop hurting
You just have to believe so
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
In Cyberland, Microsoft is King
And we all pray to Google.
There is an Apple Resistance,
And Yahoo keeps on yelling,
But Microsoft is King.
Where did Jeeves go?
Remember him, you oldies?
A smiling Hitchcock fatty
You could ask things.
Remember Bebo and MySpace too.
But now we Snapchat through the day
And ask folk WhatsApp.
All in an Instagram.
(My Custom Dictionary
Is filling with new words).
So now it’s time for Tik Tok.
(See what I did there?)
That’s if the Americans allow it!
And much more no doubt.
Instagram Gratification
Flashing images
And clips.
No time for tedious talking
On landline phones
Or, heaven forbid,
Face to face conversation.
Writing – or rather typing – too is clipped
With lols & rofls & tbfs.
Lazy language
Tweets in textese
Fast and fleeting.
Facebook Funnies
With bouncy banter.
As a loyal subject of Cyberland
I do confess
To many an hour
Sifting through Facebook Memories
Even improving old posts
With coloured backgrounds
And sharper edits.
Addictive Internet indeed.
Yet
In years to come
Will we laugh loudly
At the mention of Google
And all the names I’ve said
Like we snigger at Bebo, MySpace
And Nokia Mobiles now?
The tsunami of technological change
Sweeps over our heads
Smashing the past:
Leading us
To who knows where.
For better or worse
Who can say?
Wherever we are going,
We are well on the way.
Paul Butters
© PB 17\9\2020.
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 5:01 AM UTC
Your DaD, ME..... is simply an author, a writer ....
If there's smoke, there has to be fire.
But ,Your MoM.... She's unbelievably Amazing.
Everynight she leaves me twice as HIGHer, .... Than the other.
Like we been Blazing.
Our Love for each other grows daily,
Like it's Grazing ....
Shhhhh!!! Never let her know she's crazy... Curtain Raising.
Our seed with no sudden vision,
But we know you're gazing...
The product of Our love the other night.
God, we're praising ... You're Amazing.
Your MoM........ She's so Loving.
See, What I know about my boo ,
And I know you'll love about her too.
Is that she's forgiving.
lols, she must be that beautiful,
because everytime i look at her,
it looks like she's blushing...
she doesn't want me to say it though,
she'll be saying, "you bluffin"
Baby we love you,
Wish we could take you into space to show you the world view.
But you'll get to see it too.
Your own way, now that's true.
Grow up to make us proud.
Ok Ok, now let's get this straighten out.
I'm not saying this to impress the crowd.
All I'm trying to say is,
"WE LOVE YOU CHILD"
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
She use to be strong enough to cover me
When the devil peeked a view
In the summer
Now she a walker numb to her pain
Like a wife who plays dumb to drunk dialing and lols
Knowing none of those calls or text went to her cell
Shes on fire from his smoke
Blowing out ignorance her intake
deliverance from hades that
Plagues her from the Amazon to the Euphrates
But he rather talk Zion being a potential phenom
Instead of air quality becoming a dichotomy between lobbyists and kids playing without a health risk
He tears what holds your beauty together
Every article tossed aside
Headline reads destruction
But he rewords and calls it “needed construction”
When improvements are made its only in his favor while you keep him safe like a good neighbor
You are losing your cool, temperament
Rising but it isn’t surprising the sentiment
He provides resides undisclosed
Since your only valuable without clothes
So your mouth stays closed
No man is different from China, USA, and Iran
Your health can melt over there wealth or at least thats how they all portrayed
Since your the only one for him but he acts like he can draft another Trae
So you just let him be young and
dumb but the path ahead won’t leave either numb
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 9:03 AM UTC
No more writing....
No more wishing on paper...
No more words forming spells.....
No more hoping for life
To live upon pages....
No more blood from ink wells....
No more dreams of memories...
No more laughs turnt lols....
No more questions or uncertainties...
No more twilights or heavenly hell...
No more begging for beating hearts..
No more bleeding hearts as well...
No more foolish romantic...
No more shadows or shutters or fell....
No more reasons to continue...
No more silent breathy heat...
No more I pray forever
Grant me eternal sleep...
For the more I type of never
The more I know defeat
No more I type
But ever, is what I pray, repeat....
Change each no, to ever more,
Then read again
Repeat
And allow me darkness
From your tongue
Drift fast
As fall.....I sleep.....
©MV
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
I lived my life 86 400 seconds in a day,
Just to love you, just to 'heart' you!
Love everything you have, love everything you say,
And all the things that you do, I can feel it's so true.
All pictures, all feelings and all memories,
The moment that I really missed; the time I wish to freeze.
Voices are everywhere,
smile like a perfect sky,
And that's why I never want you to go away,
Because you made me the luckiest guy.
Eardrum filled with the sweest words,
Optic nerve filled with the way you laugh,
The calls, the LOLs, and so forth.
You're symbolize 'The Greatest Love'.
Oh babe,
Please stay,
Can't you see what I post on Wechat?
I know it makes you 'equals close bracket' =)
And I swear,
I'll be there -
- For you like I told you on my FB,
'Cause I declared my eternal 'Less Than Three' <3
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
I do ask myself this question
Are we still connected as humans?
The first answer that comes to my mind...
Yes, we are...
Connected by our social media profile pages
Emotional connection, it used to be
Face to face, we used to see
Face time has been replaced by FaceTime
Audible laughs replaced by emojis and lols
Loss of Laughs
Loss of Love
I understand that it helps us reach farther people
But I'm not sure it's made us better people
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC