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Aaron E Nov 2018
If you give me long enough
I could paint a vivid portrait of myself
with every blemish and pore behind a brush,
and hush the voices that would criticize
unsubscribe and dance it up over in wonderland with the sycophants

put on my bedazzled pants
let the local singles know I'm a dancer
just a beating heart away
From being another square upon a lattice
a writhing mass of hair gel
and cologne working up the ladder to fuckboi status

Imma walk the line between
a marble arch eclipsing the sun
over an angel statue kneeling in prayer

and a black leather boot clad
bad *** with bad habits
but he's so cool he doesn't care

Look at him go
all on his own
with only a thousand or so, little paintings  
that are equally as photo shopped or filtered
just floating around waiting to see the show
and letting other people know they liked it
or not

What a spectacle destined
to leave us senseless and restless
what a test of the patience to be a slave to the masses
to see my juxtaposition against the rest of the best of us
and think "I should go with clever with glasses."

What a brutal twist of civilized life
to have an AI made for driving my car
so I can shimmy down and sneak another **** pic
THROUGH SPACE, to some guy who works at taco bell's wife
Laura something or something

I'm so social
What a medium,
Exchanging ideas,
and hunting body heat from out of the ether,
to have the pleasing distortion
of the speakers
drowning out all the wearisome noise
of our contortions

"You gotta learn to love yourself"
She says, and posts another photo
buried somewhere under 60 layers
of dog noses and rainbows, and angel wings

Oh **** this isn't boyfriend material let me change some things

-
You don't ever need to change girl,
there ain't anything, in this world
That I wouldn't do, to be with you.

And the Brief exchanges we had,
didn't reveal any red flags,
that I am willing to skip on *** over.

So somewhere down the line,
when the filters start to fade,
we'll just kick that can down the road,
and neither of us will change.

And the picture's that we painted of our Love
will degrade.
I can be anything you want me to be, as long as it isn't honest.
Brian Turner May 2022
It's not a mobile or desktop jibe
I'm simply asking you to unsubscribe
From every bit of crap you see
For every URL you key

Scrolling through pics and words does not make any sense
The urge to stop... just so tense
The flashing screen with made up stories
Is nothing to celebrate, there is no glory

Let's unsubscribe.
Let's unsubscribe
adele horn Jun 2010
i wrote you poetry
i applied my soul to your heart
i gave my body for you to bend
i gave you my left hand

if i never see you again
it will be too soon

if i forget your name
it will be memory well wasted

if i learnt my lessons well
it will be tears well shed

the brevity of you presence
is a speck in my life
and cannot undo
the luminesce of my colours

you will not be missed
Bathsheba Feb 2011
Round and round in circles

Trapped within our vibe

Never knowing what is real

I need to unsubscribe

But … how to go about it?

De-tangle from our mess

Eradicate The Cavalier … swamped in our sweet caress?

I don’t think that that’s the answer

I want the onus just on me

Otherwise …  

I won’t progress … to a functional degree

That old fickle finger of fate

Ensnared me in its womb

Life passed by

Clipped wings did sigh

I never stopped to question

“WHY?”

Now my pain is open wide

I need to lay me down to die

Softly

Softly

Softly


Teeth clench around our cord

Extraction of my sanity

Will be my just reward

And

As I watch you whither

Stumble

Blinded in the dark

I’ll know the futures rosy

Because …

**I stepped up

I

Disembarked
The gods of my mind
Feed my spirit moondust
And I float through
A plastic purgatory
Everything rushing past
Absent, gone,
Blissful detachment
(Until reality forces itself inside)
I take a bite of my life
Bitter,
Like the moon.
I find the worst things in life
Are free, as I stare above
At stars and other people
(With the same pain as mine)
Searching for an angry fix.
The stars are just broken pieces
Of glass stuck in
The machine- cut night.
I bite the feet of my confusion
To keep it from stumbling
As I drown underneath
The upper hand.
Bitterness on the back of my throat.
I unsubscribe from my own mind
Because I don't get it anymore.
Ty Mann Aug 2017
Concave
in the early morning
sun streaking rays
over
empty hearts
empty stomachs
empty bones
and I listen

lawn mower mumbles
motor groans
faint siren yelps

        what is fullness

a dog stretching long
yawn
withering
breaks and aches
brown sheets
black dog
purple walls

years have been spent
learning how to suffer gracefully
with cliched humor
bleeding sarcasm
and a mouth full of synthetic words

and we all suffer
distressed
I see anger bandaging wounds
sadness assessing damages
grief losing hope

        helplessly watching

ignore me
it's easy.

young hearts are reckless
a car crash
broken glass
glittering and stunning
can’t help but
reach out
and touch it
still startled when it cuts
blood bubbles to the surface
like hot springs

please unsubscribe
unfollow
hollow
how low

late nights
patterned sleeplessness
hot air
cold thoughts
sweat glistening

        Sleeplessness

train sounds off
quick secessions
and the breathing is off
Rhythm
I am a word that has no vowels
but a 'Y' is what it needs to be when it needs to be it.

        Stutter.
medha Apr 2016
You can't unsubscribe to memories.
Julian Delia Jul 2017
A red, hot mist; a lit match
To a puddle of gasoline.
Anger is a beast, frothing at its mouth
Hungry, hateful and lean.

It is in the husband who beats his wife,
physically, and verbally;
It is in the vitriol we spew
At each other detrimentally.

It is in the xenophobe,
Who cherishes resemblances
And apprehends differences.

It is in the people,
Who segregate into a familiar tribe
Unaware of who tortures us all
Unwilling to unsubscribe
From the delusion -
'I am right, and you are wrong'.

Ire smolders beneath the surface
Until the surface is no more
And all that is left
Is a charred, blackened sore.

It is as corrosive as a vat of acid,
It will burn you to the core;
It will destroy all that is inside you,
And nothing will be left to restore.

Infuriation is a many-headed dragon;
Devalued, unjustly accused,
Hungry, hated or powerless,
Ashamed, anxious or defenceless.
Demeaned, disgruntled, upset;
These are all emotions
That lead to ire and regret.

Yet, it is also self-preservation;
In an unjust world,
It is the burden of a whole nation.
It is the sense than informs you
When you are being cheated;
Like the sensation of burning
Upon touching an object that's heated.

Yet, unknowing and uninformed
We are always at each other's throats;
The establishment is elated,
In the embers of society, it gloats.

For, in this insane, deluded world
Happiness is a rare consignment,
A moment amidst the chaos,
Not a constant incitement.

We must look beyond our petty squabbles
And realise there is more to deal with
Than each other's issues and troubles.

Anger is as addictive as ******,
And just like it, it feeds on vulnerability.
Should we unite against our common enemy
It would mean invincibility.

We should not target each other;
Instead we should aim at those
Who have brought us here.
Those who steal, lie and control;
If they cannot, they will cajole.

It is those who have turned life
Into a rat race which nobody will win.
Divided we are controlled,
Unaware of the power within.

Yet, you ask, what if we were united?
Imagine, a whole world's anger
Aimed at the right mark;
That is what I propose,
Before it is too dark
And humanity swallows itself whole.

___________
My longest work yet - enjoy.
Arlene Corwin Sep 2016
Can’t Keep Up

Overwhelmed, well nigh.
Stuck, in any case.
Habit, certainly;
Dependency, it’s possible.
Too cowardly to hit delete, unsubscribe,
Headline drawing, leading,
Wooing into worlds of guidance -
There I am,
Adding one more site,
Email list so long
I’m sensing danger.

Yet, and yet,
I’m in the pit of knowledge, help;
Seduced
By eagerness and curiosity,
Induced, I click.
I fall,
A toy so miniscule,
I’m putty in their hands.

Motives suspect, motives pure - it’s in our times.
Motives all - natural.
But how can I create
When time is drained?
Promoting’s pace accelerating,
I’m just me, a Pooh of little brain.
It sounds so negative, but then
It’s all a double-sided coin.

Can’t Keep Up 2.24.2016
Out Times, Our Culture II; Definitely Didactic;
Arlene Corwin
Can you?
Neel Prakash Jan 2018
I've made my choice,
With a goal insight.
I'll use my voice,
To reach new height.
I won't look back,
The past I unsubscribe.
I have to stay on track,
With a positive vibe.
Been away for a while from writing poems, but I've changed a bit of my life around so I will be trying to write new content.
SelinaSharday Sep 2021
Watch out for the waters
You adventure in,
via your browser swim
truly unknowingly.
For there's so much we browsers can't see,.
Everyday grinding hustlin just doing you.
Never know what rivers u may end up passing keyboard canoe.
Like the social online parks
Its a place wherein lays unsorted dimensional sparks.
Designed places includes types of sharks.
Even for us who appreciate staying in the bushes.
Some of us like being behind the scenes.
Within the usual even new public things,.
Careful where you step. Careful where you post.
Social media is a maze, of lanes and thangs!
Online social clubs, No matter where your from..
There are places that will pull you there.
Beware of emotional eye catchers
Like mental mind candied snatchers.
Becoming a awed fan..
In this wide waters  entertainment of man.
Careful where you click, adore carefully reply.
Daggers can give you a pc glared blackeye.
Give support, but any other mission be ready to abort.
Hearts  sometimes on your sleeve, still give support that others may succeed.
Yes But not at your own risk where you may bleed.
Depression your own regression.
Diagonal emotions, changing of your views. subscribing to social vlogs.
Go easy take baby steps.
Because you can't vision where the waters go deeper.
Becoming blind to your bodies symptoms and signs.
Your giving outputs yet when have you taken time
for your inputs.
Everywhere some are asking things of you..
I happen to subscribe to a very high emotional vlogger.
Attack after attack, before my eyes and ears.
Wasn't used to the atmosphere. The language etc but still
it was a bit entertaining.
When my physical mind became drained, and the tones yelled defensive jabs.
emotional stabs.
Realized I'd subscribed way to much into the chaotic space.
Had to sit out wasn't needing the taste.
Waters of content creators thinking oh I can handle this.
Your spirit yells enough.
Careful hearts and minds..
Take breaks step away, rest and cater to your Mind health & spirit.
Careful of what Ads invite you to online swim. from the ponds, pools and lakes.
To deeper waters stay safe.. protecting the mental intellectual of your souls.
Too much junk food from creators, vloggers, subscribers, followers and the like
of social media channels.
Once over whelmed your gut will tell, unsubscribe, step away and recuperate.
You don't need so much on your plate.
SelinaSharday.. 21/9 S.A.M ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
BROWSING, SUBSCRIBBING, supporting posting  staying current on content.. checking messages, working, networking, entertaining, etc all takes it tolls on us.
Nameless Jul 2014
Sorry followers I'm grounded but I have been writing so much poetry!
So please don't unsubscribe I have poems waiting to be read by you
Vic Oct 2019
Can I unsubscribe from gender?
A poem every day.
30-10-19
finn Jan 2019
i'm tired of talking too much about everything
how all i can think about is your hand in my hand, falling asleep
all the last years and their unreplicable, fleeting possibilities

and my apologies, truly
if my teeth are too sharp; if your skin was unwilling
for how many apples we ate instead of peaches
how many poems i wrote out of bitterness
for the trauma of childhoods we haven't learned to live with
that i place too much blame on my situation
that we write each other into poetry and compare the wounds by the words without having to let them loose privately or censor them
so we vape about it? shake about it? unsubscribe from tweets about it?  
talk only about how all roads lead me to your street because i only know how to get home from east to east.
Ryan O'Leary Jun 2019
I am a vegetarian, so, this
chicken from USA has as
much interest to me as a
a Spam/Advert.

Spam is made from ham,
though the HP moderators
accused me of promoting
it, yet, I have no *******!

My account was circumcised,
worse than anti semitism it
was, because they had the cheek
to graft it back on again.


Ps.

The moderators on this site
are typical of what America
has become, there is no freedom
of speech, now ******* and
unsubscribe me.
Brewomble Aug 2020
Sometimes I think I will sound crazy, and cause you to run away;
when I think of telling you how I happened to stumble upon you one day,
and expecting the worst I lowered my eyes as if to project a self-deflection
I forgot who I was-and got lost on locked eyes through spaces between time and affection.
And I never regret to inform you how such- your smile radiates a heatful and humble glow
and maybe its best to silent my thoughts because its aiding in armor I had to put back away
Never ending differences, we've both got too much to say
and I want you around with a joint account that we might never have to unsubscribe too,
Oh how you've taken my heart
And I grant you small fragments
With hope the other pieces won't get destroyed-
Because for the first time I found an equal, not a boy-who's soul fills a much larger void
Drab Sep 22
If I want to find out what’s going on.
I read the news.
I skip the headlines if they look remotely familiar.
I read the headlines that are two weeks old at the bottom of the page..
I judge everything.
I find “unsubscribe”.
And I do it.
None
AJ Farruco Sep 21
I flash fangs at commoners/
****** daggers at dogs of war/
Crush **** destroy stress/
And ***** streams of conscious thought/

Bad Taste!/
Just give me space like ancient astronauts/
And I'm blasting off your face if you take too much, sucka/
Most people are parasites looking for Paradise in others/
In others... but not I/
I can survive with, or without you/
Even if I don't want to/
Pops said "Beggars can't be choosers"/
I who have nothing, but the comfort of The Truth/

MENTAL TEXTRIS PATCHWORK CLOCKWORK/
FREEZERBURNER FREEZERBURNER/
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I inhale mass pollution/
Exhale mad abstractions/
Better out than invoiced/
Razorblade Saliva!/

Why so serious?/
Spraying Glasgow grins on village idiots/
Everyone deserves to smile/
Prescribe 'em all **** & pillage/
Excuse my paradox/
I unsubscribe to your mailing list/
Spiritual apocalypse/
I'm a certified organic mess/
Detoxification makes me wanna punch a wall/
Dysfunctional; I'm saving you from the evil of myselves.../

ICESOULATION!/

MENTAL TEXTRIS PATCHWORK CLOCKWORK/
FREEZERBURNER FREEZERBURNER/
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© + ® A.J. Farruco, 23/11/2014.

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