Cars squealing,
Trees shivering,
Humans zooming across town,
Probably back to that ‘small but cozy…’ apartment in the basement of an LA complex.
Thing is..
When’s recess?
When can I go home?
And why do I never feel at home?
Where actually is home?
Perhaps we’re all searching for home.
Those who would rid our schools curriculum
Of Kipling n' Tennyson,
Are damned and stupid thieves
Robbing theirselves and their charges
Of, the poetry and history, that
History does contain.
And with it goes, the wisdom of ages
Beyond reason,
Undreamt of, in a present devoid
Of,
Curiosity and understanding.
Sometimes I am emotionally unavailable
I feel disconnected getting mixed up and into quarrels.
I miss my girls.
I feel like I’m going out of my mind it’s outta this world.
I feel disconnected.
Everything within and around me is turning 360 testing.
trying to keep my head held high while keeping it down.
I’m disconnected yeah without a doubt.
In a world woven with wires,
I stand still,
a stranger in the hum of voices,
the glow of screens reflecting
a pale loneliness against my skin.
Friendships flicker like dying flames,
texts sent into the void,
echoes of laughter lost
in the thrum of busy signals,
each notification a reminder,
of the spaces that grow deeper,
instead of filling with warmth.
How fragile the bridge of connection,
laid across the chasms of silence,
where hearts beat out of sync,
and the faces we see
are mere pixels,
floating just beyond our reach.
I reach for you,
but my fingers touch only
the cool glass of a phone,
a promise of something genuine,
shattered by the speed of life,
like leaves swept in a gust,
unanchored, unbound.
Yet in this disarray,
I yearn for the days
when laughter rolled,
unfiltered and free,
and eyes met without barriers,
in the sun’s embrace,
where distance was simply
a flat horizon,
and warmth was felt,
not imagined.
But the world keeps spinning,
tethered by threads of technology,
as I stand here yearning,
a spirit adrift,
seeking the shores
of connection once more.
Disconnected
In a world woven with wires,
I stand still,
a stranger in the hum of voices,
the glow of screens reflecting
a pale loneliness against my skin.
Friendships flicker like dying flames,
texts sent into the void,
echoes of laughter lost
in the thrum of busy signals,
each notification a reminder,
of the spaces that grow deeper,
instead of filling with warmth.
How fragile the bridge of connection,
laid across the chasms of silence,
where hearts beat out of sync,
and the faces we see
are mere pixels,
floating just beyond our reach.
I reach for you,
but my fingers touch only
the cool glass of a phone,
a promise of something genuine,
shattered by the speed of life,
like leaves swept in a gust,
unanchored, unbound.
Yet in this disarray,
I yearn for the days
when laughter rolled,
unfiltered and free,
and eyes met without barriers,
in the sun’s embrace,
where distance was simply
a flat horizon,
and warmth was felt,
not imagined.
But the world keeps spinning,
tethered by threads of technology,
as I stand here yearning,
a spirit adrift,
seeking the shores
of connection once more.
I lost myself in reaching for the sky,
I buried my dreams in shadows nearby,
I rejected myself at a remarkable dawn,
I found myself when you were finally abandoned.
Maybe I craved the way you used to utter my name,
Maybe it was nothing but a spiteful game,
Maybe you knew exactly when to pause,
Maybe it was all just a tremendous noise.
I am in a field of blooming cherries,
It is truly a remarkable phase.
I reach for a long-cherished, unknown wish,
Plucking a forgiven gist, only for it to wither.
The field is an astounding desert,
Where I can barely survive.
To live here takes audacious courage;
To pass by it is an incredible damage.
I want to let all the blooming cherries know:
When you blow in through the window,
Won’t you ask the plucked one whether its petals still glow?
Won’t you let it throw my heart in with the flow?
Drowning in regret
I have been mighty upset
Sad company met
now you pay the price
when you let someone else in
love disconnected
There is something
in the day that has disconnected.
Syntax has gone awry
with distance stretching further
than thought
and sentences stranded
in a silence left by words
that have fled the tongue.
And then there is that shadow
falling across passing time,
its shape giving no hint
as to what it is, growing
when eyes look away,
then appearing in a glance
like a shadow
caught on an X-ray.
I stare into the void of glowing screens,
A modern-day oracle, my silent confidante.
How did life lead me to this pixelated precipice?
A chasm waiting to be bridged by strangers' stories.
The hum of algorithms weaves a tapestry,
Threads of lives unraveling, intertwining.
Wars rage beyond the glass, bloodshed unseen,
Yet here I am, eyes fixed on the luminous abyss.
Digits dance, mocking my inertia,
Their binary whispers a curse upon my mind.
I neglect the tangible, the touch of sun-warmed skin,
Trading it for the cool glow of virtual existence.
Forever waiting, forever scrolling,
I seek solace in the electric hum of connection.
But oh, the irony—the more I consume,
The emptier this lifeless screen becomes.
Give me flesh, give me laughter,
Not just pixels and phantom notifications.
Let me break free from this digital echo,
And find meaning in the warmth of shared moments.
All the times I loved you
Before my heart was shattered
Crying and screaming at the phone
Dead, my heart slowly beats
End this pain called a breakup
Falling through the endless pits
Gone, my heart is disconnected from the world
Hang up the phone
Ignore the messages
Just go to bed
Kill the silence, play some sad tunes
Let go of the hoodie
Manual McAuliffe hoodie
Night fall and soft crying
Means so much as the clock strikes 3 am
Open the cup of birthday cake ice cream
Please say he was lying, that this was an misunderstanding
Quiet down your soft tears that turned into sobs
Razor blade can't fail you now, right?
Swipe away at your skin
Tears and blood run down your arms
Under the sleeves hide even more white scars
Verdis quo? I don't know but I know I don't wanna be alive
Why does this affect me so much?
X marks the spot where lay my dead heart
You know how this goes, same stuff everytime
Zane, I love you goodbye.
I thought I
wanted
to be
Broken
So I could
feel,
so Life
would
miraculously
become
Real.
Forgot that
pieces
scattered
and not
connecting,
cannot communicate
with
each other.
And now my Soul
is useless and unfixable.
How many ‘Likes’ do you have,
how many following “friends”?
How many empty conversations
how many times do you ‘check in’ ?
Walking by that nameless status
disconnected and disowned
Send me a photo I’ve got a pic
but not one you’d want mama to see;
Who cares what you have to say?
Send a body shot with the brain crossed out;
Control alt delete and disconnect;
What about a meme?
That’s an easy way to think;
Just a little funny, not too deep;
Give it a share, take it viral
How many ‘Likes’ do you have
disconnected from the truth?
How many following “friends”
disowned from the real world?
How can I be so close
Yet feel so far away,
You’re laying right next to me
But I don’t know what to say.
I know you’ll try to comfort me
And tell me it’s okay,
But I don’t want you to know
This happens every day.
I’m so tired and overwhelmed
I’ve begun to lose my hope
That one day I’ll be okay again,
That I’ll find a way to cope.
I’ve lost control of everything
And I can’t find my place,
I’m scared that I will disappear-
Vanish without a trace.
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