Click. Tweet. Refresh.
Always plugged in, online, connected.
Looking at a screen. Constantly!
What happened to handwritten letters?
What happened to using our phones— AS PHONES?
When the world wasn’t abbreviated?
Where clicking refresh. Refresh. Refresh.
Buttons clicking, mouses dragging. Right click. Double click.
Online now. MySpace photos.
Fit a thought in less than 140 characters.
Tweet. Tweet. Tweet.
Change profile picture.
Will that express who I am to the world wide web?
Status update.
How am I feeling?
None of your goddamn business.
Tag friend. Instead of actually seeing them.
Like!
When did clicking a thumbs up mean support?
500 friends and only 5 you can count on.
When being off the grid is a craving
I can’t deny,
When we rely
On these devices for basic function.
(Source: moviesmusicart)
No matter where I go
You can see me smiling
It’s the people in my life
That keep me driving.
My motivation is something
That only belongs to me.
The Blank
I stay up late
and I don’t know why.
I wake up early
and I don’t know why.
The blank in between
is where I see your face.
The blank between
the lines is where I waste
All the time I have
thinking of you.
All the time I had
I thought of you.
the kind of design
inside of a mind
full up to the brim
with echos of old
and dreams yet to spin
but each night is cold
despite all the sugar
she adds on her own.
Headspace in Widescreen: Sammy Jankis →
When time does not exist
and there’s nothing to wear
on your wrist
and new memories cannot be made,
live in the present
and make the best of every moment
because it is your first and your last.
You have a past
but no future,
all is happening at the same time
and I can’t suture the wound
in your…
Each fiber
extending
from shoulder
to shoulder
connecting
each whisper
of muscle
and both
collarbones
Weakens
when lead
is carried
in my veins
Each step
yet another
struggle
before
yet another
dawn breaks.
(Source: sheddinpetals)
Seek to Survive
The beating
of hideous hearts
is all I hear
repeating in my ears
and the gloom has closed
around my smoky room.
No amount of cigarettes
will slow my pulse,
skin crawls
and revulsion
at my very self
has infected me.
I’m one of them,
not dead and not alive;
a zombie and now
I just seek to survive.
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One day we woke up so many years ago with no novelty left, and that was the final straw for our so-called love. We bottled it up and tossed it to sea, never once turning to wave goodbye as it sailed through the tumultuous storm brewing, forming just for us and our discarded…
