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Click, start, initialize. New variable.equals (new life) Set name perfect Wait backspace, never too soon to possess Delete, never too soon for success
This morning the gray box's pattern of lights is all wrong. The small box is sick. Its head has bad things in it. The strong metal can't help with
I'm meant to be strong, By Default I'm meant to be pretty, By Default I'm meant to smile, By Default I'm meant to be okay, By Default I'm meant to agree, By De-
My parents say I spent too much time on the computer, They say I only like it cuz it's so much newer, But truth is computers are somewhat special, In how much they give you power and make you level,
OUR LAUGHTER SHIMMERS TWISTING THROUGH THE EMPTY CLASSROOM LEAVING SUN STREAKED TRAILS OF DUST AS IT RICOCHETS
The blank document on the computer screen rears its ugly head It's a quiet Tuesday night and it's raining while I'm staring at the computer How could I write a poem on something like this?
How can you control me when I control you? You may control my life,but I organize my life through you. You determine my productivity,yet I use you to create. You can do everything,yet you need me.
alone and bitter. your hard personality is textile. distraction is written clearly on your face. the papers piled high, urgency overwhelming.
My life is full of glaring screens, And I should possibly know what they mean?
My pasty curves and structure hard you always held in high regard. You knew what buttons I liked pressed. In regalia you had me dressed. Oh, what times we had together,
"Be honest," they said, so honest I was. Honest as nobody ever was. Blunt as the barrier between water and oil, I told them the truth without recoil. The truth of our cohorts, sad but true
A broken heart is like a dead computer You can charge it and re-use it as many times as you want to But in the end, its just a dead as the battery is in the DEAD COMPUTER
I hide behind a veil of darkness Afraid to show who I am
I’m not a machine. I make mistakes. Hell, even a computer makes mistakes. But unlike their errors, I don’t need you to fix mine. I am my own programmer. Making the necessary
My brain is a computer - Yelling out binary code -
It is my ambition to go to work as a computer engineer, marrying the software with hardware. I have been interested in it since I first learned how to build my own computer. I want to help design the technology we all use on a day to day basis.
With that sickening, gloomy grey that glides across my yellowing eye, That redness that intoxicates my vision, Burning everything upon its lonesome path. Lost forever to the cinders of eternal sleep,
Oh the hundreds of writings I’ve read They seem to mean something that’s not in my head Why am I so lost? System.out.println(theme); Why am I not saying anything? Some method I didn’t call
My computer is evil watch and see.
An error message notified me of my low disk space My memory holds 799 videos 299 documents gigabytes of images terabytes of audio
Starting from middle school, With petty journal entries Just to keep some days in my memories. I filled a journal with a key, bent. The book didn't fill my hearts content.
A coder who shines in the light. One who determines, what seems wrong and what seems right. What he is doing, is his passion. The goal to be recognized, is always ever lasting. He stays up all day and night.
in a for(eign); language written. "is the code" computer nerds are poets
Blank document, is the best way to describe my mind as this very moment. Disconnect this USB, full of confusing thoughts, to calm down this process i have going on