There is a quick-witted woman I know with three names; her silhouette is a mystery; she's had multiple fragile frames.
Many have tried and failed to tame her rather long mane, but honestly, they were lame flames.
Her treks motivate her for life’s endless, gruelling games.
Called a traveller but never exploring for fame, she isn't one of those Instagram dames.
Nobody can catch her riddle
runner strides, she won't win any elections; her temper never slides.
But that humour will take you on some rollercoaster rides.
A compass nucleus of fears revives stifled tides.
Some have labelled her a peaceful poet and writer.
This makes her laugh; she's always been an ample fighter.
In her day job, she wrestles with a highlighter.
Glued to a screen, she implores the sky to make her mind lighter.
When she was knee-high, she dreamed of being a screenwriter.
A secret rapper, perhaps she will win a Grammy as a songwriter.
Only time will tell where she will land with a whisky and pen in her hands on another all-nighter.
Shaking to its core, the cries go unheard across a nation.
Eyes and ears are glued to a screen,
that can only translate the pain we cannot feel.
Lives are lost; never forgotten. Yet the rumbling has just begun.
Bodies move in motion, yet their senses are suspended.
Will we meet again? A promise that is lost in translation.
A restoration of faith is in order, however our doubts stand victorious.
Hopelessness takes priority, while order slips into history.
We anticipate the next chapter, filled with nothing short of misery.
Keeping up with the Joneses
What I see is what I want
Trapped in a comparison trap
Never ending loop of haunt
If only this then I’ll be happy
Easy to oversimplify
Grass is always greener
Your own situation gets vilified
Pursuing others perceived perfection
Hunting down their fantasy
Find yourself living vicariously
Needing to fit into normality
Consumed with consuming
Look around and realize
Marching toward material things
Doesn’t make blissfulness materialize
Scrolling for an answer
Eyes glued to a screen
Put down your weapon
Start chasing your own dream
Time to flip the script
Accept your reality
Live your version of happiness
Then you’ll be set free
The forest is natural and green,
Eyes no longer glued to a screen,
The purest nature,
There is nothing greater,
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The most beautiful place I have seen.
You sit as always-earphones in and eyes glued to a screen,
soon you will stand and leave, sometimes you say goodbye,
I watch you in your other world to which I do not belong.
I go to the freezer and select our tea, to await your return,
I make your bed and pick-up your laundry,
When it is dark I sit and eat alone.
Tomorrow we will repeat this process I think as you sit-
lost in a world where you fight aliens on a screen,
I go to bed and you do not hear my goodnight.
I lay in a bed and hear machines as they bleep-
you sit beside me and wait-
soon I may leave and you will be alone.
You speak to me as I fade in and out of sleep,
I hear those words-'nana, please don't leave me alone',
I will myself to stay and care for you.
I am home now and you look up from your screen and smile,
soon you will leave for college and you say goodbye,
I go to the freezer and select our tea, I do not feel so alone.
We humans are the gods of the computer age. We have mastered the use of ones and zeros. Some argue we have created artificial intelligence. But is it possible that ones and zeros have replaced our intelligence with servitude?
I see
Faces glued to a screen
Trying to decipher all the data seen
People no longer talk
People no longer walk
I don't know when this got its start
Cell phones are now a new body part
I see
Lights flashing
Buzzers dashing
Images blazing
Eyes glazing
Our cars tell us where to drive
And when we will arrive
It is a mystery to me
How an app is all people want to see
We are slowly dissolving into cyber space
Rarely looking up to see a human face
Free thinking is dying
Muscles are atrophying
I think I have found
People are not smarter, but dumbing down
Keyboard courage, slinging hate from afar
Hiding behind an avatar
We suffer from a terrible affliction
It's called binary addiction
So I see on many a blank face
The fate of the human race
Cyber world: one
Humans: zero
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10/3/18
There is trouble in paradise;
Living, breathing and hating in an upside down world.
In this fractured fairytale made real,
Evil triumphs and we now root for the villain.
Good does not win and true love is the fabled lie;
Darkness is now light, hatred now resides where love used to be welcome .
Innocence tarnished; dreams banished; sameness celebrated,
Marriages deteriorate; adultery is the norm,
Narcissistic love bombs line the marital bed instead.
Differences are mocked and then murdered in the open
Robots are revered as humans become drones.
No one knows which side they are on in an endless, pointless civil war
Glued to a screen; satiated by a news feeding nothingness.
Gore, avarice, greed, rule
When you are living, breathing and hating in an upside down world.
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