"youtubed" poems - Hello Poetry

I texted you, You Whatsapped back. I posted on your Wall, You pinged me on GTalk. I pinged back on GTalk, You Vibered me. I buzzed you on Lync, You mailed me on Yahoo. I messaged you on FB, You shared a post on G+. I messaged you on Linked In, You sent a talking parrot on Farmville. Seriously? I invited you to an Outlook meeting, You invited me to your Picasa album. I pinned an interest, You YouTubed yours. I wrote this blog post while you Tweeted. It's time to throw away this smartphone and call home. If you don't answer, I'll see your light on, cross the street and knock on your door.

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Jun 10, 2014

Jun 10, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC

akshatha-hegde

Exacting Smartness

I texted you, You Whatsapped back. I posted on your Wall, You pinged me on GTalk. I pinged back on GTalk, You Vibered me. I buzzed you on Lync, You mailed me on Yahoo. I messaged you on FB, You shared a post on G+. I messaged you on Linked In, You sent a talking parrot on Farmville. Seriously? I invited you to an Outlook meeting, You invited me to your Picasa album. I pinned an interest, You YouTubed yours. I wrote this blog post while you Tweeted. It's time to throw away this smartphone and call home. If you don't answer, I'll see your light on, cross the street and knock on your door.

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Encyclopedic mainframes Lap-top heads Power-boxes for multitudinous outlets, plugs, chargers Conduits manipulating Fiber-optic arteries Artificial energy ZAP Pale lights Computers aglow in dark cloistered bedrooms Powered pacemakers stalling at microwaves Electrocuted blood - cookied fantasies Ads proclaiming everything free! Pharmaceutical elixirs for limpness, lumpiness, loneliness Snake-oil for suffering Nigerian kings, Syrian refugees *********** clever memes, whimsical gifs, shocking news, witty banter Socio-politic-religous-diatribes Spewing on every thread Existential ***** Aroma-less cuisines Vacuumed vacations Youtubed communions Suicide selfies. Crucifixdrones - pedolandia Jdate.POF.AshleyMadison.Match. Eharmony.SpeedDate.OKcupid CG. Missed encounters... Serial killers, Pixalated ******* vein-throbbed **** shots, cardboard gloryholes Instagramed I Inviolate I Internet I I I I No sweaty arm pits, cottage cheese, gray nose hairs or belly fat Computer [ScreenShot] While behind, posters hang: The Doors, Tupac, NIN, The Smiths, Hendrix, Joy Division, Nirvana HandshapedHeart. 2D souls Text-dating 144 word manifestos #revolutions Archetype emoticons Doodled centaurs Caged in matrices Transcendental notes Need a hit Of internet smack A line, a pinch, a drag A like, a comment, a kudos A reply, a thumbs up, a share, a poke One measly view Baby, come on, give me a fix Just one Notification: ding-beep-buzzzz I want to dissolve like alka-seltzer in tap water Otherwise I'm a used-up toothpaste tube Sitting in a dank medicine cabinet If not, I am A stick-figure created from matches Drowning in a drum of gasoline Not buried beneath pregnant soil No. dumped into blue recycling bins. [Ctrl +Alt+Delete]

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Jul 14, 2018

Jul 14, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC

alessander

Digiverse

Encyclopedic mainframes Lap-top heads Power-boxes for multitudinous outlets, plugs, chargers Conduits manipulating Fiber-optic arteries Artificial energy ZAP Pale lights Computers aglow in dark cloistered bedrooms Powered pacemakers stalling at microwaves Electrocuted blood - cookied fantasies Ads proclaiming everything free! Pharmaceutical elixirs for limpness, lumpiness, loneliness Snake-oil for suffering Nigerian kings, Syrian refugees *********** clever memes, whimsical gifs, shocking news, witty banter Socio-politic-religous-diatribes Spewing on every thread Existential ***** Aroma-less cuisines Vacuumed vacations Youtubed communions Suicide selfies. Crucifixdrones - pedolandia Jdate.POF.AshleyMadison.Match. Eharmony.SpeedDate.OKcupid CG. Missed encounters... Serial killers, Pixalated ******* vein-throbbed **** shots, cardboard gloryholes Instagramed I Inviolate I Internet I I I I No sweaty arm pits, cottage cheese, gray nose hairs or belly fat Computer [ScreenShot] While behind, posters hang: The Doors, Tupac, NIN, The Smiths, Hendrix, Joy Division, Nirvana HandshapedHeart. 2D souls Text-dating 144 word manifestos #revolutions Archetype emoticons Doodled centaurs Caged in matrices Transcendental notes Need a hit Of internet smack A line, a pinch, a drag A like, a comment, a kudos A reply, a thumbs up, a share, a poke One measly view Baby, come on, give me a fix Just one Notification: ding-beep-buzzzz I want to dissolve like alka-seltzer in tap water Otherwise I'm a used-up toothpaste tube Sitting in a dank medicine cabinet If not, I am A stick-figure created from matches Drowning in a drum of gasoline Not buried beneath pregnant soil No. dumped into blue recycling bins. [Ctrl +Alt+Delete]

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I've had kind of a love/hate relationship with Katy Perry since middle school. Ya know, back when there were Heely's, and all of the students listened to Hot and Cold over and over again. Back then, though, I was just discovering Marilyn Manson, and that was pretty much all I listened to. I was angry. And just lonely. But, then, I heard Firework. It was just the audio at first. Probably on the radio. I was intrigued by the song. It resonated within me in a way that not many things had in a very long time. So, after hearing the song on Z100 a couple more times, I YouTubed the song. Of course, that was before I got my own laptop. So, I sat out in the living room, on my mom's laptop, and just sobbed pretty uncontrollably while watching the music video over and over again. The song, and video, really helped me to feel better about myself. Around this time, I was also pretty heavily into my "emo" phase. Like, the Black Veil Brides tee, ripped skinny jeans, a horribly dyed fringe, and that ever-present black nail polish. I kept telling my mom that I wanted to change my name to Raven. This was also before I came out as transgender. But, Raven is a pretty androgynous name. And, I really connected with the character from Teen Titans with the name Raven. I idolized her. I connected with her very heavily. I wanted to be her. Because, even though she was different and reserved, she had friends that loved her and accepted her for who she was. I didn't have that. With my friends, I did to an extent. But, at home, it was just bad all around. Cue Katy Perry and Firework. I listened to the song so much. It was my go to when things were really bad at home. The song kept me going. In a way, the message behind it, kept me alive. So, really, this song gave me the courage to be myself. I listened to it a lot before I did finally come out as transgender. But, then, I stopped listening to it. Because, I wasn't allowed to be myself in my house. I mean, my own mother didn't take me seriously until I tried to **** myself. Actually, more than a year and half, and two more hospitalizations later, she's still pretty bad about it. Then, last night, I listened to this song for the first time since coming out. And, I sobbed. Like, full on head to the desk, fingers gripped in hair, sobbing. I didn't realize how much I had missed this song. But, I did realize how far I have come from that scared sixteen year old girl that told her mother she was a boy. I have come so far. I really have. And, even though things seem bad right now, they will get better. I will get better. I will keep on growing as a person. I will stay alive. I am going to do this for myself. I owe this to that sixteen year old girl standing in her kitchen, fists clenched, and tears rolling down her cheeks.

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Dec 31, 2015

Dec 31, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC

magic_queer

Firework

I've had kind of a love/hate relationship with Katy Perry since middle school. Ya know, back when there were Heely's, and all of the students listened to Hot and Cold over and over again. Back then, though, I was just discovering Marilyn Manson, and that was pretty much all I listened to. I was angry. And just lonely. But, then, I heard Firework. It was just the audio at first. Probably on the radio. I was intrigued by the song. It resonated within me in a way that not many things had in a very long time. So, after hearing the song on Z100 a couple more times, I YouTubed the song. Of course, that was before I got my own laptop. So, I sat out in the living room, on my mom's laptop, and just sobbed pretty uncontrollably while watching the music video over and over again. The song, and video, really helped me to feel better about myself. Around this time, I was also pretty heavily into my "emo" phase. Like, the Black Veil Brides tee, ripped skinny jeans, a horribly dyed fringe, and that ever-present black nail polish. I kept telling my mom that I wanted to change my name to Raven. This was also before I came out as transgender. But, Raven is a pretty androgynous name. And, I really connected with the character from Teen Titans with the name Raven. I idolized her. I connected with her very heavily. I wanted to be her. Because, even though she was different and reserved, she had friends that loved her and accepted her for who she was. I didn't have that. With my friends, I did to an extent. But, at home, it was just bad all around. Cue Katy Perry and Firework. I listened to the song so much. It was my go to when things were really bad at home. The song kept me going. In a way, the message behind it, kept me alive. So, really, this song gave me the courage to be myself. I listened to it a lot before I did finally come out as transgender. But, then, I stopped listening to it. Because, I wasn't allowed to be myself in my house. I mean, my own mother didn't take me seriously until I tried to **** myself. Actually, more than a year and half, and two more hospitalizations later, she's still pretty bad about it. Then, last night, I listened to this song for the first time since coming out. And, I sobbed. Like, full on head to the desk, fingers gripped in hair, sobbing. I didn't realize how much I had missed this song. But, I did realize how far I have come from that scared sixteen year old girl that told her mother she was a boy. I have come so far. I really have. And, even though things seem bad right now, they will get better. I will get better. I will keep on growing as a person. I will stay alive. I am going to do this for myself. I owe this to that sixteen year old girl standing in her kitchen, fists clenched, and tears rolling down her cheeks.

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