The moment disenchantment filled her eyes,
took time before she shielded her disguise
Love ones and many around her began to shift,
giving her a heart no one could lift
Grieving her emotions out every minute,
left her with a tainted heart in every ending
She was now light as a feather withered to decay
Lest comes another sandstorm that takes her away.
In her dreams laying upon a clock,
Minutes through the door there’s repetitive calls,
And every hour she hears a knock, on the fainting door
Yet to see before her very own eyes,
Birds lifeless scattering among their flock
Each door reveals a disremembering face,
Darkening her evasive step within every pace,
Sand began to fill the inside of her body,
Crumbling to specks from existence
Unhappy and confused was she,
Was too late to finally see,
The bigger the pile became,
Burying her out of life the same way she came,
No longer will things get to her, seeping through the mass,
Resting and kept all stored in a glass.
Categories:
disremembering, 11th grade, confusion, emotions,
Form: Narrative
Social network stances a spider’s web today
Once trapped you are slaved for life all the way
Where you see a virtual world of “Likes” to display
Showcasing how life is better in each ones day
Where friends are just numbers and not people in real
Disremembering that life was once, precious as a pearl
Just like days of play where football and pool was so much fun
But pronto amid the “Social Network” all the games are dead and done
As children are glued to tablets and phones
Spoiling their lives before going to school
Coz technology has taken over the veracious of parents to say
The social network today has it’s own gateway
For no longer “I love you” is more then a say
As “Love” on the social network is a fashion to prey
Where friend’s comments can make or break your day
You are slaved to technology and it’s stupid ways
For some rich ass had made this network his own gateway
My friend you are slaved to the social network all the way
Where “Likes” are part of what others say
In the end we all fall to this quadruped and become it’s “Play”
- Sherwin Fernandes
Categories:
disremembering, addiction, community, conflict, crazy,
Form: Blitz