"unfriended" poems
Plastic bags are my super villain
and no I am not Aqua Man
I am Michael a normal male civilian
of some young-adult age,
whom is still willing to inconvenience himself.
Not so old, where holding multiple objects
sounds like an obstacle too acrobatic for the limbs to handle.
One can too many knock's off the balance of the elderly
and cast them off the trapeze of a sidewalk
into a net of asphalt, where being caught is a broken hip.
No that is not me, although it does remind me
of my grandma, because to her plastic bags are her life-savers.
It is a struggle to convince my grandma that I am a great trapezist
so we can leave these bags to their solitude
and finally defeat this enemy.
Although with plastic bags it is never so easy
they have plenty of goons who are willing to do the ***** work
forcing themselves upon us at any opportunity,
even those that don't make any sense, even for my grandma.
I Went to Best Buy and bought a brand new movie,"Unfriended"
and I got it for my grandma to watch, since she's a bit technophobic.
This movie will haunt her; for ghosts **** people through the internet.
What will haunt me is Destiny, the worker, handing me a plastic bag:
with a 13-ounce, smaller than a piece of paper Blu-Ray inside
...without even asking if I wanted a plastic bag.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 6:34 AM UTC
I stopped calling
stopped texting
unfriended you on Facebook (LOL-not even my account....I don't have one) today
We've been friends for more than half my life
more than friends from time to time (FWB....BFF....NSA.....OMFG!)
and now it's like neither of us exists
Because you had to lie
you had to hold out....lead me on
to cover your *** for doing something I repeatedly told you to do ***
So painfully slowly I'm erasing you
deleting you
turning my mind off you (IMY :-( XO)
TTFN
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
the glass jar
full to the brim; steaming
teaming with drowsiness
he left it
out
lid-less
7 pages ,
front & back
he said he had so much to say
he could've gone on for
biblical lengths
he drove 45 minutes out of his way
just to say
nothing
Only glare
he said he thought about me
for the last 3 days
even more at nighttime
in the dark room
unhinged; TV on
I unfriended him nervously
phonecall
phonecall
phonecall
phonecall
phonecall
voicemail
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 2:38 PM UTC
Instead of foraging around making connections
with cables and wireless systems that
bluetooth and sync their way
into our pocket technologies
and portable screens
(tablets of which we self-prescribe
and regulate through overdose
and comatose keenings of stillness
and waking dreams)
why, instead
don’t we fool around
making connections
with others of like mind and brainwaves
instead of radiowaves and
the mastered minds of computer waves
and lift an arm and
really wave
beyond our windows to
real people
in real time
rather than peeping
like a holographic Tom through
tabs and browsing windows,
multi-tasking time in a state of mime
like it’s about to expire
(like the wireless wires will break)
and all that we’ll have is
all we can physically take
from this moment awake we call ‘life’
– a mistake.
What else is left now
in this vegetative
one man one woman state
where we live to close our eyes
and shut our minds and wait for
the modem-router to re-dial and
get our avatar back online and
our friends back into our
multi-dimensional realer-than-time
time?
Pseudonyms solving identity changes
emerge without birth
with designer non-faces, as
now that we no longer need imperfection
or meaning or privacy
or even perception
we alter ourselves to impress our connections
with whom we connect without really connecting
by hiding as one almost nearing detection
and tip-toeing straight past
concern or reflection
(invisible firewalls at our protection)
our own walls around us
with keys we can capslock,
screening ourselves from unfriended friends,
and playfully sated by charm and ‘pretends’
that will mean next to nothing
when fantasy ends.
Where ARE the connections we make
in this digital age
that we rarely turn off since
the internet craze has become a new God
that we dial to be saved
as we sacrifice friends we once made
face to face
with those we are longing to meet
as we race across networks
with hunger and haste and
with spambots and data and viruses made
to detect and infect
and reject, just for starters,
and that’s not to mention
the ads and the logins and
passwords that lock us
from somewhere far yonder
that doesn’t exist
as we grow ever fonder
of pics and of pixels and
texts of expression
– the reality of which
we could lose in a second.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
We unfriend so easily --
mice clicking
Memories --
Just a bunch of ******* memes --
Nicely, slickly
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
If you ask him he will talk for hours--
how at fourteen he hammered signs, fingers
raw with cold, and later painted bowers
in ladies' boudoirs; how he played checkers
for two weeks in jail, and lived on dark bread;
how he fled the border to a country
which disappeared wars ago; unfriended
crossed a continent while this century
began. He seldom speaks of painting now.
Young men have time and theories; old men work.
He has painted countless portraits. Sallow
nameless faces, made glistening in oil, smirk
above anonymous mantelpieces.
The turpentine has a familiar smell,
but his hand trembles with odd, new palsies.
Perched on the maulstick, it nears the easel.
He has come to like his resignation.
In his sketch books, ink-dark cossacks hear
the snorts of horses in the crunch of snow.
His pen alone recalls that years ago,
one horseman set his teeth and aimed his spear
which, poised, seemed pointed straight to pierce the sun.
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I copy ****** expressions I see in the movies
I fancy myself a very good liar but who isn’t these days
you make promises from the bottom of your heart
but it makes me wonder just how deep that is
I try to dig
but all I hear is the echoing of sweet words off this tunnel
You tell me to cut people out of my life and I do
I peel them off like a second skin and leave them bruised
I tell you please don't talk to her
On paper it appears you don't
But you jump to defense every time I quietly say her name
I saw you liked her pictures on my news feed
Even though you unfriended her a week ago
You say you let her go
It appears you are letting her in
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
I feel like I was just dumped
Weighed, measured & rejected
Unfriended & discarded
It was so unexpected
My heart's broken into pieces
My love has been deleted
Feels like I wasn't good enough
I'm completely defeated
I don't want to leave my room
Don't want to leave my bed
I simply cannot find the strength
I wish that I were dead
I had 4 months of happiness
And now it is all gone
How could something felt so right
Turn out to be so wrong
My heart's broken into pieces
My love has been deleted
Feels like I wasn't good enough
I'm completely defeated
Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 3:41 AM UTC
who will read aloud
my poems
when I'm gone?
that old unfriended thot,
a nagging merry query
was for awhile forgot,
put on the back of an upper shelf,
where dust motes and mites
fear to trend
thoughts,
that I thought
I had dispensed with,
letting time
build illusionary wry walls,
fooling World Trade Center tall
morose forlorn,
pensiveness of
red ant armies,
incapable of
black marker redaction,
there is always one
a lingering malingerer
a sole fado singer,
playing woeful jazz in
the Quarter
on an empty emoty street,
dressed and guised
as the soul of a solitary
cancerous cell
"survivor"
cur overlooked,
biding time,
the surgeons gone,
the drugs flushed,
radiation burning
no more
begins then
the unholy
trilogy cycle
worn out, overused...
invasive categorically relentless
maybes,
what ifs,
then
oh goddamnnotagain
because believed, on knee,
I oathed that
loathed, raven nevermore,
ought
that
cracked door would be open
yet like the
New Orleans levee aged locks
hurricane succumbed
overflowed, overcome,
keyholed, infiltrated,
falllen to the enemy,
mes enfilade,
rumps up the black flag of
surrender
brain sneers
periodically,
like every other
minute, ok,
second,
coyly asking
penny for your
worthless thoughts?
just when you believed
"no mas"
was a prayer that had been heard,
teeth kicked in,
body snatching
hordes and boors
bad boys and ******
sitting high in the
saddle again,
grinning torturous
tarty smiles
at who,
at you, fool!
you're as alone in that place
as insufficiently as that
impoverished overused
word can ere convey
the nagging realization
that when asking
no one answers
when your thinkings
perish you
your cutesy sweatshirt reads
last standing poet alive,
stabbed ded by awful-truths,
you failed and
all the black cats,
have fled the neighborhood,
just when need was greatest
who will read aloud
my poems when I'm gone,
has been silently answered
by silent applause,
the last theater goer
shuffles out, and turns
and extends his middle finger
his review leaves a
singular impression,
he looks familiar,
gauntly ghost,
he has accompanied me always
and his finger is his
triumphal parting shot
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
I slept with a chick the other night
only because she needed a place to stay
she figured she owed me but it didn't feel right.
Of course she faked the enjoyment
and of course I feel like she was just a roll in the hay
She thanks me and then blames it on her unemployment.
We would have been better off reciting poetry
and sipping on martinis with gin from Bombay
But between the two of us there was no chemistry.
I try to remember her name
and I try the worst attempt at convincing her to stay
But it sounded extremely lame.
She put all her clothes together in her backpack
and her flight took off with no delay
I have no luck she will ever come back.
So now I go to facebook to see her status and what do I see
and I knew that this would sound like a play
so now she just unfriended and blocked me
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
Senlin stood before us in the sunlight,
And laughed, and walked away.
Did no one see him leaving the doors of the city,
Looking behind him, as if he wished to stay?
Has no one, in the forests of the evening,
Heard the sad horn of Senlin slowly blown?
For somewhere, in the worlds-in-worlds about us,
He changes still, unfriended and alone.
Is he the star on which we walk at daybreak,
The light that blinds our eyes?
'Senlin!' we cry. 'Senlin!' again . . . no answer:
Only the soulless brilliance of blue skies.
Yet we would say, this was no man at all,
But a dream we dreamed, and vividly recall;
And we are mad to walk in wind and rain
Hoping to find, somewhere, that dream again.
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A Dentist from Weehawken was feeling miserably;
Depressed, down in the mouth, you know how that can be.
Walt thought salt air would do him good and so he went to sea.
He chartered a large fishing boat and paid a hefty fee.
They set a course for Georges Bank where clam and cod abound.
For centuries this place has been a fertile fishing ground.
With bated breath and baited hook, Walter set his line.
He’d catch some rays and have some beers and have a real good time.
But Fate had other plans for him, things took a darker turn.
Those who fish for sport, not food, are beasts as he’d soon learn.
A tug upon his line foretold the battle to take place
It nearly pulled him from his chair and so began the chase.
What monster he had on his line, the dentist didn’t know.
He played the creature skillfully as it thrashed to and fro.
The massive tuna breached the waves and landed with a splat,
It wore coke bottle glasses and a red Greek fishing hat.
Walt, the dentist, looked upon his catch and was aghast
As “Charlie, the Star-Kist tuna, gasped and breathed his last.
The dentist took a “selfie” that was seen the world around.
Charlie, the Tuna with good taste, had been brought to ground.
“Perhaps I’ll mount him on my wall” Walt said thoughtlessly.
Little did he know what this would cost him personally.
These days Walt is in hiding in his Northern Jersey town.
His patients have all left him and he closed his office down.
His car has four slashed tires, there’s graffiti on his walls.
He can’t even go on Facebook, he’s been unfriended by them all.
So if you are a hunter who wants to **** a hippopotamus,
before you shoot be sure to check and see if he's anonymous!
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
You made me fall in love with you
You made me fall in love with me
You got under my skin
You got into my head
I told you I would run
Run far, far away
I did
Twice
And now the phones are dead
Communication broke down
A mistake that’s not fixed
A sorry just will not break through
Something that only music heals
Something that can not be fixed
I really wish you were here
I wish it went down differently
I wish I could just walk to your door
And just kiss you, before you had time to shut it in my face
But I have to stop thinking about you
I HAVE to get you to go away now
Put you into a tiny box and forget you
But I cant
I just cant
And Facebook is asking if I want to be your friend
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 7:17 PM UTC
I unfriended you on Facebook,
unfollowed on twitter & instagram
All because you were
and now you’re not my man
I hesitated at first
I truly didn’t want to
But I had no choice
as soon as we were through
Cause the pain I feel is real
from our last breakup fight
You left me all alone
crying through the night
So why would I stay friends?
What I want we cannot be
You seem to think it's fine
despite the hurt you caused me
Now my mind’s consumed
by all our memories
Our laughs, your kisses & smile
just feels like a distant dream
How is it that I thought our love
was an amazing rarity?
Instead it was a messed up fate
controlled by insecurity
But even so I lay in bed
depressed, without a plan
All because I thought you were
and now you’re not my man
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
It's been a while since we last spoke,
3 years to be precise, but who's counting anyway, not me.
Definitely not me.
By the way I unfriended you on facebook,
I figured it's about time, I mean after 3 years of radio silence,
a long term girlfriend for you,
and a series of unsuccessful hookups for me,
I figured it's about time I gave up the illusion of being friends with you.
Every now and then I look you up,
and thanks to your disregard for security and privacy settings,
I stalk you, and her.
She seems nice, positive, bubbly,
committed to all the right causes,
I cannot really find any reason to dislike her. Shame.
Perhaps if I said yes the second time round, or the third,
perhaps if we hadn't been so young and had another go,
perhaps if you said yes, when I eventually felt so,
we'll never know.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
Crossfire of words;
Goodbyes unsaid.
Conversations nullified;
Increasing distance.
A disappointing ending;
Another promise broken.
Another bullet taken;
Another friend unfriended.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:09 AM UTC
Sometimes I just want to give up on life
These past 3 years have blasted me with so much strife
No one truly understands what it's like to be me
They talk down to me and that makes me so angry
Saying whatever they **** well please
I'm forced to just put up with it; geeze!
Since life is so unfair
I think to myself "Why should I even care?"
Nobody else does and its warped my mindset
I no longer give the benefit of the doubt.
I assume the worse of everyone.
So many of my "friends" had shown me their true colors
And I hate that I gave them my friendship in the first place.
They certainly didn't deserve it.
Giovanna, Olivia, Melissa
You three girls affected me the worse. I wish I had never met any of you.
You did me so ***** when you unfriended me.
I constantly wish you regret your decision but it's not likely.
I don't even want to mention the women that scammed, extorted and blackmailed me.
They are not worthy of still being in my head
I keep them there tho so as not to repeat my mistakes.
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 1:53 PM UTC
her pale face in the warm night
like medieval dark princess lips so bright
lure the sailor with her desperate charms
****** the heart with her eyes
the scents of the seven seas wash over me
all the traveling done to see a higher place to be
when it was right here infront of me
her thin pale lips pressed against mine
she whispers a plea
not to follow the wild things into the night
not to stand unfriended under the church of the skies
naked to the cold rain
to stay here in her warm arms
quickening under the spell of her devices
the chipped tiles cold
bucket of brine
sits by the door
has no shadow has no rhyme
it is salty for a dog of the sea
lick his haunches with thin lip grin
the tallyman count but the water rapping on the hull distracts
let us in the waves call to you
let us wash your spirit and teach you to float in the deep
the water is cool on your fevered brow
and since the words fled your pen
there is so little to do
but listen to the waves rapping on the hull
on the beaten weather burned white paint of the wood hull
its peeling and rot shows
the waves call out to you
let us in
we will teach you to ride the deep ocean rivers
teach you to see
the tallyman count one two three
the tallyman know good one from bad
toss you back to the sea
you no good
you go back to the god that made you
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
Teeter totter,
Canon fodder.
That's all that's left of thee.
These games of war,
Sings a silent cord.
Awaken on to me.
Brethren coded DNA,
False eyes where they lay.
For destined breaks the bonds.
The cannon fire,
Which you desire.
Left you crushed under your own arms.
So teeter totter
Cannon fodder.
While I watch you bleed.
Remember vengeance,
And your negligence.
Was fuel enough for me.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
We don’t like to judge a book by its cover
But jokes on you because we don’t really read anyway
Unless its some bashing facebook post then it gains my full attention
Got fed up with the person I unfriended
Never met the person whos friend request I accepted
Picking on people for the social attention
Because your greatest fear is to be rejected
With cell phones more addicting than nicotine
Scrolling through youtube to pass the time
Go to school to hear the gossip start the cycle over again
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
I built an apparatus that allows me to hold the entire world on my shoulders all day.
I just need to find the one who will be able to give me a back rub when my day rests.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
There was a reason I unfriended you in November of 2016, but my heart won't let the rest of my body do what your president does so well like hate, discriminate, let ignorance drive. with the click of this accept I am far from forgiving who you choose to align yourself with. I just do what people of your party does so well like forget. like, forget the humans has rights no matter what shade of skin you are, or where your place of birth is. I'll just forget the all lives matter posts to my black lives matter post. I'll just forget........
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC
The oxpecker cleans the rhino
and the rhino feeds it meat
Both need the other
it really is quite neat
but the oxpecker complains
“there’s not enough ticks!”
and the rhino will cry
“there’s enough as it is!”
so then they’re not friends
and they’ll leave each other again
but surely we all know
that if separated, both drop dead
so the toxic relationship
muted by mutualism
unfriended then, best friends now
will continue to spasm
Sep 27, 2024
Sep 27, 2024 at 6:51 AM UTC
It's been these two years
Since we don't talk,
No chats,
No calls.
Yet I miss you
Every day, Every hour.
My mind wants to forget
But never does the heart.
Oh why did u?
Why did you depart.
You asked me to block you forever,
That something you knew
I couldn't think of ever.
You said I unfriended you,
And you knew I could'nt ever.
You were to me so dear,
You still are dear.
But the thoughts of you,
Fill my heart with fear.
You asked me to leave
Giving a lame excuse.
I still ponder,
What took us there?
I was cute, & sweet
U were smart and clever.
But the reason u gave is still unclear,
How could you, or a guy anywhere,
Would think of ******* her sister!
That's a bond so piously precious.
And you could do this
Just because a child, she can never bear?
If you just said,
You've got someone else
That sure would be hard to hear,
But the fact that you left me for sister,
Is something that haunts me everywhere.
I did all things
A friend should do,
I regret the fact,
U never understood.
U lied,
U cheated,
And left this unclear,
Making me think what led us there.
I cry, I weep, and smile in despair,
Tis even today
I miss you with regrets and tears.
Why did you love,
When you had to leave,
When I needed you
Devoid of greed?
You fooled, You lied,
And ruined my life,
I was soo wrong then,
Thinking you were but the reason
Behind my smiles.
You try even today,
To text and call,
But I'm no more the one
Who desperately died to
Accept your calls.
Sometimes what's harsh,
And tears off one's heart,
Is but the best cure,
For a sobbing heart.
You played with me,
Abusing the young gal and childishness in me,
But sigh* you never knew the real me!
The one who cared for you,
More than herself,
Crossed all barriers,
She never even crossed for herself.
Simply because she loved you,
More than herself.
You left her saying,
You gotta **** your sister,
Boy, I feel pity for a sister!
She has a bro,
Who's but a monster,
Who'll never know
It's shamefully sin,
For a bro, to **** her sister!
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
You don't get that I don't like you
I gave you hints that were obvious
You called me childish
How the **** am I childish?!
I said I didn't feel like talking
And you call me childish over that??!!
Yes I'm rude to you
Only because you annoy me in a way I can't explain
Everything you do annoys me
I tolerate you at best
I try to be polite, but I just can't help but feel angry or frustrated when I'm around you
I unfriended and blocked you on Facebook!
That should of told you I don't like you
If I don't want to be friends with you on Facebook what makes you think I would want to be your friend in real life?
Yes I know of you, but I don't know you and I don't plan to
Yes I know why you went to jail
Cause you killed someone
And yes I don't care
Don't give a ****
I honestly don't get why you never got that impression
Yet, you have a conversation with me about the way I've been acting towards you
You talked, and I sort of listened
You told me about being in jail (which I don't care about)
You told me that you don't take disrespect in any way, shape, or form ( And I'm just thinking *shut the **** up please*)
Yet, you didn't
You talked the whole car ride (which was the longest fifteen minutes of my life)
You're my uncle yes, but I don't have to like you
You were never there (And I understand why)
And when I first met you I knew, oh how I ******* knew I wouldn't like you
I knew even before we formally met that I wouldn't like you
We talked on the phone twice before we met
I knew then, and I know now that I don't like you
If you demand respect, then fine
I'll be polite as I can, and make fast to cut every conversation you try to have with me
I know I'm being a bit harsh, but I simply don't CARE
I'll try to be as polite and nice and I'll try to be as straightforward as I can
And maybe soon you'll get the impression I've been giving off
Or maybe I'll just tell you
I don't plan on changing how I feel about you
Though you might try to change it
But the best I can do is tolerate you, and be as polite and as nice as I can
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC