"pixellated" poems
my mum used to joke
that my eyes would turn square
if i looked at pixels too long.
i remember the scare
that my pupils would bend
into inky black stamps,
and my retinas bleached
from the machinery glow.
that i would wander the streets
only for children to point
and scream
while their own mothers tutted
'you still want that playstation
for christmas?'
now i'm grown up
and that vision has died,
as the streets are all littered
with others, square-eyed.
i can imagine their
xylophone skeletons as
their fingers tap fast
on the tiny blue screens;
it's no wonder we aren't
very good with
eye contact.
so
i'm sorry mum,
we've all been entrapped
in this pixellated blur
of technological time lapse.
and i guess all these
square pegs can't fit
into the round holes
that they used to be,
in a world that we cannot
remember.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
A baby crawling paws down
Down the stairs into
the study room
the odd computer flashes
the faces of what looks like people
a whiteout face
with black shameful eyes
breaks the scroll of happy faces
happy places and joyous info
as empty as a new USB
it's gaze pierced my soul
forever
It was 1998 then
More than a decade later
whiteout faces everywhere
on every screen
monitors growing out
like tumors on a monster from
The Thing
one grows in my pocket
I pull the tiny screen out
and the face eyeballs me again
one grows in each room
the kitchen has one on the fridge
all the cars have them, too
pixellated faces talking at me
I feel there may be one plugged on my
heart or brain
I can only think on its terms, now
I'm going to need a
date for the movies tonight.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
I checked my net
but all I got was catfish
Conversations opened, and suddenly
the sight of a notification from "Miah"
makes my heart race
Five days pass and I'm tempted to talk about her
but she doesn't exist in the
"real world"
so I twist my tongue inside my mouth
and hide the secret of her beneath it
I cannot jinx what isn't real, or tangible
because it's easy to believe in god but "Miah" is 400 miles away
I've only seen her face pixellated on a screen
The implication is planted that I should know more
Mythical creatures are hard to believe in
and then,
"Miah's" phone number is linked to "Mike's" smiling face at his graduation
I've put my heart online and the viruses ate at it
but here in the
"real world"
I'm just another fool with a net full of catfish
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 5:39 PM UTC
feel free to tell me
how much you love me
- she said to me
as she travelled on her way
I sat in Ireland
She drove in the States
I rested upon her dashboard
in a pixellated mess
my words spoken by a robot
and 'Siri' was heard to say
*You're the leaves on my tree
- the stars in my skies
You're the rivers to my seas
(without you what am I?)
You're my reason for breathing
~ The glint in my eyes ~
You're the spice in this stew
You're the only one of you
I'm so lucky to have met
~ beautiful you
... I love you*
(even Siri sighed, I think)
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
If life were like Internet history
I wouldn't be here
And neither would you
I'd have deleted us from my history
And never seen you again
If life were like my email
I'd have endless lists of friends
Following me everywhere
Asking how my day was
And being "always there for me"
If life were like Spotify
I could hear what I want
And skip what I don't like
A song for the day
To carry me through it all
If life were like Facebook
I wouldn't be sad anymore
And you could move on
Once it all becomes "complicated"
Afterall, I can just delete it later
If life were like a video game
I could be the best
And you the worst
Because I couldn't fall for you
If you were only pixellated
If life were like an avatar
I could shape you up
To be the perfect image
And when I get tired
Just delete you like you did me
If life were like a video
Your voice would play on and on
Forever in my mind
Until I eventually realize
You pressed pause and I never knew
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
Compassion is a distraction
Leaving butterflies and still question marks
While I'm smiling, groaning, and thrashing
Swimming in a cesspool filled with cruel sharks
Not used to kind remarks and the complimentary excess
So I hashtag fallacies and clever messages to make them all perplexed
Then
Come the moment of truth cross them out wave goodbye
And slash every last dime a dozen heart
If what they were saying was genuine. . .
I'd find a way
To be disappointed from the start
Pixellated picture frames hover play over dull space
When it's the only real way to me I ever get to see your full face
And when left alone in the confines of a necessary moment
I'd lead with retrospect and waste time wondering what it all meant
I forget to taste and touch. Too busy while I preach and rush
To enjoy a moment in the sun and all that noise seems to hush
The day I forgot to stop and think was the day I had some fun
Until I rewind the reality tape and press play to watch it come undone
The tale I spin runs with parasites that perforate dripping abcesses
Ravage rats ravenous and infected blood flows through cordial asepsis
Fantasizing of better times while right now passes by.
I close my eyes and kiss the sky and wish that I could fly
Fish for stockpile rhythm and dive bar singing blues
Sizing up and dicing up and slicing up the clues
Sometimes it can be as simple as simple: me and you
Until I **** that too and habits bloom I'm just a fool
Who thinks on wasted talent
The words I write don't render sight so I don't bother myself
A single dent.
My cup has run over wild amok. Belly up. Superfluous in extent
I'm not certain whether to give a **** or pray to God my soul is sent.
RE: :) Wow. My Gawd that is sooo hot. You're really so tlented! Hmu 2 c wat's up. Or better yet txt me #Spent xoxo
Until next time
Let me kno wat u ment.
...
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
Pixellated landscapes,
Health bars and quick saves.
I'll never get
Over the
Poetry
Of it
All.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
I recall the wonder of discovery and
The awesome Technicolor
When you , taking me in your hand,
Perplexed the monarch of my affections
And I was a spinster no longer
My cataracts bent themselves rectangle
As you made primetime of my matinee
Made me pixellated
The world was square
And the Sky without limits
When I moved you into my private chamber
The pause button, having broken
Made us live in the moment
Every sound wave a fluttering falsetto
That we dare not turn the channel over
You came to me in flat format
But you were the set top box of times now gone
I longed to open you up
And absorb your teletext- the sonnets of old
Primetime was a kaleidoscope
As I lay there in bed with you, my precious television
Suddenly this slim rectangular riddle, when switched on,
was a philanthropist without shackles
The infinite gift that kept on giving
Mid-way through Holby City
20:20
Vision slipping
I lay there captivated by the elements of some fictional dame
And her fiery mane as it lights up the screen
The screen flickered 24 frames per second
And with it I slip into a familiar abyss
Ah, the reassuring comfort of my companion
And how you lulled me to sleep
Every press of the remote was a celebration of my admiration
Groping and clinging to it like some wilting tradition
Night after night you kept me company
Breathing warmth and pointing your aerial towards me
As I begged Mr Murdoch to
Open my eyes and fill me with information
Nothing dared distract me from you
Though there are those that tried
Those who found themselves muted
I was glued
And when the schedules faded to shopping or teletext
I’d switch you off
And listen to you on standby
How your heavy breathing would soothe me
The red on/off light that burns brightly into the night
Lets me know that you are alive
I hide the remote from prying eyes
Beneath the pillow that, on top, sit’s the TV guide
My encyclopaedia to the stars
How you have pleased me endlessly
Illuminating me
Filling me with light
I swift you off and reach for the plug
When suddenly a shock of electricity runs through my body
I feel it in my bones
You are possessive
It reminds me that I am alive
End
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC