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Entering…. The back catalog of L*** J******’s memory stores…. Folder: THINGS TOO AFRAID TO SAY ALOUD [last modified 10/19/19]
Television is like a broken world Scattered people, lost in their own Mind Like a dog chasing its tail, Running In circles as they repeat again,
PYGMALION & GALATEA In the days of old, humans worshiped art while the gods watched from above. Poets opened their veins and bled out rivers of red desire
His eyes are disks, His teeth are jacks. His arms sinewed with cables With gold along his back. A spark of electricity
Coded Numbers, flashing light, Keep me up all through the night. My eyes grow tired, and same for my brain. Is a.i. helpful or am I insane? They say it's a breakthrough. There's no need to fuss.
I walk these lonely streets filled with those that pass me by. Dont try to speak, wont catch my eye. Am I really walking here? Or can it be I've disappeared!
Hello Mr. mustang, please don’t text while you drive Unless of course you are ready to die In that case please don’t do it here When children and innocent people are near For not everyone is prepared for their death
We walk: heads down, minds consumed By the ever-growing social haven That we seize in grasp. Its palpable exterior draws us in;
no you can’t see my shackles, no ball, no chain. that doesn’t mean I am free, for you I’m a slave. addicted to your touch, you light up my nights. give me company when im alone,
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We live in a generation filled with annihilations of miscommunication and mistakes when the thing that we see most is a little device that takes us coast to coast. We think that if we see it then its close to a reality, we wont to boast becaus
The click of a button bottoming out, fans whirring from lifelessness with the rush of pixels illuminating darkness. Images of information reflecting within eyes revealing unknowns at the press of a key.
I see a lot of us stuck in routines Allergic to humans but loyal to things Driven by instructions and not allowed to dream Are we now robots or still human beings? We follow trends that pop in our screens
CAN YOU HEAR ME!!!!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME!!!!!! HELLO!!!??? hello?
Here we are Once again Just you, me, And Twitter And look here Someone retweeted by pic Let me us send a quick thx, Oh wait This person used it negatively They posted this
what is life without technology? how would we live with not our phones or computers or electricity? are we so large that it is we who controls it?
A woman's mouth approaches the screen so zoomed in Red lines of blood chapped lips let out a dry whisper "everything looks so bright" A cool breeze dances on your neck's back
Electronics, Does you no what you had do? To most people you is now an addiction.
Your inception was a wave of the future, Taking by storm the time of a nation, But what was once a complement to memories and friendships, Has replaced communication. Now we “like” or “repost” or “retweet”
To the person struggling to find herself in our digitalized world: Life In all its beauty and beguilement Is forcibly condensed
Dear Cellphone, I’m addicted to your blue light, That keeps me wide awake at night. The comforting glow that I’m sure you all know
Dear Robot Wars, Here’s to you, Robot Wars! Here’s to your hosts, house robots, hazards, judges, and competitors. Here’s to your specials and your special place in my heart.
In this world we inhabitseconds move quick as a rabbit and all humans grow obliviouscaring only for what is frivolous Oblivious to the birdsmoving in herds Oblivious to trees dancingand leaves lively prancing All humans grow oldstaring into a the
Cycle! Recycle, man! Do not throw away stuff. Used items can become new ones. Cycle!
Reduce! Reduce garbage. Less waste is lucrative. It lowers disposal spending. Reduce!
I create things behind a screen. It's important for me to make sure that my work looks nice and clean. Sitting behind a screen, I'm a digital lover. It feels like being a God forever.
She had one job. One simple job. She must've went back for the basket. ... And her Fitbit. Kids these days. Steps don't count themselves, You know. If you don't get 10,000
Once upon a time used to begin old fairy tales, In a land far far away set the scene, But today the advancement in technology never fails, To begin a love story from a meme.
We left our hearts to live in our heads. It was supposed to get easier but compassion is dead. Driven by money and heavy with pain; The blood on the ground runs in each of our veins.
The wheel never stops turning, From the moment we take our first breath To the moment we take out last. Once we open our eyes We must begin the cycle of life. But it is not how it was before.
Human beings or robots? Social skills, we have forgot Connected to our phones Lying next to our headstones Soon we will be forgot, always in distraught
You know I think it's kind of funny How we say, almost excessively, that are now a more connected humanity in this, the "amazing" 21st century. I mean, "We're more connected than ever!", right?
Hundreds of Millions of Messanger birds Soaring across the world. It sure is a miracle That none of them crash Into each other.
Social Media, feeding the Obsession. Expression which switches Depression to Repression. Lies disguise our devotion to true emotion. Self-Hatred, the secret sacred Entity for a hurting Identity.
Taking Selfies: Pictures, not of Myself, but of Someone Else.
I comprehend my own actions, and these feelings in which I'm penned. You never really know how it is, to be in this body in which I spend my time, but then I don't comprehend
I comprehend my own actions, and these feelings in which I'm penned. You never really know how it is, to be in this body in which I spend my time, but then I don't comprehend
"Wake Up Neo. "The Matrix has you." Digital Mind Control. Green codes align with the receptors of our brain.
These are my words. Listen to my words. For the technological advances have taken you elsewhere. Entrenched in such lair. All you want is fame and notoriety. And we can tell that it's somewhat unfair
Raised by ads on MTV faces on CNN words on screens and people without depth I am the product of pixels and vectors-
There was a looming sadness cast over the age of men, a shadow of the greatness to come.
They said, "let's go to the teahouse for a drink" presumably to have some social time but it's as if reality gave me a wink since conversing face to face is known as a crime.
Not a day goes by when I think of how boring my life could get. How social media swallows an individual's soul. As my mother bickers to me as she tells my phone to leave me alone.
cell phone portable, useful texting, calling, messaging iphone, android, blackberry distracting, ringing, buzzing awesome, impressive technology
I crave it everyday I do not "want" I need The feel, the touch, the way it makes me feel It brings me calmness and a sense of security I am lost without it; it defines me as a person
iCan't liveWithout love.IGSCFBu kno meiNeed3G 4G LTEHOW ELSE WILL I SEE WHO REALLY LOVES ME?!Who watched my story,Liked my latest selfie.Facebook message me.My besties. My family.Thank God for technology.iCant be mewithout the love from social MEd
On this island it's just me and you. You have everthing I need all in one. Without you it's like I'm missing what is important to me. On this island it's just you and me.
A burden becomes a bond With four neglected words, but “Can I help you ma’am/sir” Were lost in this fast paced world We don’t take the time to ask because
They say slavery was abolished years ago. That every man, is now his own. But look around at what surrounds you. No I don’t mean on your phone. Stop tapping at your screens, Halt the scrolling through your feeds. This isn’t about race this time
There is no time for talks and whispersnot anymore in this time we live in,and it gets more deterious every day.Human life into parlors prospersnot allowing knowledge to grow within,and to get ignorant we pay.
When I look around me I no longer see faces All I see are people whose minds are in other places No one speaks; no one tries to be heard Just keep your head down, and immerse yourself in another world
It’s funny There comes a day when you can’t get enough likes Like how so many people could care less about your day and pretty face And in that day it hits you clear and blank
Prescribed with sentience, a mind is furled. The node, like synapse, encased from Deep Blue, Employs emotion, though no form is curled. On flesh, a chain of plugs will here subdue.
Flip phones took a beating. Now the smart phones record what we're eating. Kids ran all day long and felt as though they could fly. Now kids spend all day chained to a charger so the phone doesn't die.
Blind Destruction Most people just talk about how the human race is so great. How we’re so advanced that previous generations would hardly recognize the world we live in today.
We need change! It's possible and within our range! Mustering up all hope,
When I was a child, energetic and happy, outside, I would play with pals, underneath the trees as they shed their leaves and reach our tiny nose as we sleep under them.
I don’t have the street smarts
Gratitute towards life overwhelms me I go about my day in optimism and curiousity Productivity is the fuel
“Tired of hurricanes or tornadoes carrying away your home?
Technology gave me security; The internet made me feel
one begin to see this aching earth and its meager tenants as what they once were as what they have become and most importantly as what they could
I like to watch people in the park, not in a creepy way but just to see how others do things.
A rectangular object that fits into my hand, An object which contains information from all around the world
Some older people say "the reason relationships use
No one has time, But there's always time To complain. No one sees, But they do. No one cares In this world We once called home. I only know What I've been told,
10:56pm Someone tell me why im having a mental breakdown. its 10:56 and im numb. not too long ago i got my phone taken away, and just let me something about that.
The night has crept in but our skies remain lit what is the world in which we live The lamps are all off but windows remain bright what is the world in which we live
Love Letters Nobody writes love letters anymore, Whatever happened to holding hands and opening her door,
If I tell you that I don't like your selfie, will you go off and hate me? If I don't have an Instagram, Does that make me a loser, man?
I will not hold a lie against my face, a pixellated mask, heavy on my conscience. The sound of youth constructing barriers of separation is thunderous and inescapable. Their tiny, rough hands
Every store, show, event-- everytime anything exciting appears Let me take a selfie. When did these words become such a despreate part of life? When did engaging in social time become selfie time?
What if life had it’s own Google search bar Or some sort of how to app That explained all that needed explanation And filled in all of the gaps What if life had a backspace key
I picked up a partner
The playgrounds are empty longing the children's presence
Disaster is written in the scars that are made from a blade. Dark circles suffocate the light inside me, and create a darkness that doesn't fade. Imperfections party hard with their dance along my sensitive winter skin.
Nowadays 99 cents is all it costs To order a pizza or watch the next episode of Lost But tell me, What does it cost to keep a heart beating? Nowadays You can say "I love you" over a text
Oh, if only I could go I'd walk towards a meadow My screen of glass would stay astray Divorced from me. I'd settle among the tranquil trees, and open my mind to new possibilities.
But I'm probably just rambling to air at this point. No matter how prolific,
your animalistic programming can get in the way of reason and just saying what you really meant to say this is true for you it is a struggle for me we have to have the will to do
Hidden faces, secret thoughts, and unseen emotions Building a superficial wall of counterfeit endeavors Masking internal desires and devotions Disguising each fault from past friends and lovers
Technology It surrounds Envelops Consumes; Our everyday lives
Notice all the old folks, hear them say What happened to the kids nowadays? Sitting on their ass, shorts way too high Lying, cheating with pants down to their thighs This is the age of the young, wild, and free
I am the boy named Koid The boy who loves the world around him the tv he watches, the video games he plays, the family he loves, the boy goes online a lot, he finds a whole universe.
On Always on In our hands we look Lighting up our face Words flash color bash technology hold us And we can let go
We talk and talk yet I hear no voice We laugh and laugh yet I see no smile We love and love yet I feel nothing Nothing can grow here
Get to walking Not a lot of talking Around these students, education roams The most connected of all domes Emory aren't we saying we are connected as a community
We are creatures of information, And so, we are creatures of communication. I realize this. So I write my message, read over it, and fix a few typos. I roll it up and put it in a little bottle,
I write to everyone in the future That is, everyone alive now Because it is the future right now It has been the future for a while now Nobody sees it though
Technology, oh how we love it all,
It’s raining outside, Let’s have some fun. Won’t you jump in the puddles with me, Mama. Please get off the computer, You’ve been on all day.
A haiku... Robots rule the world Making decisions for us Capturing our brains No longer can we Live freely and humanely Prisoners on Earth What we created
Edges of this world must be mended Creases of these old fabrics smoothed Smuggled letters rewritten And torn pieces sown With old methods and home-made remedies Nail by nail and thread by thread
I’m inundated, like being stuck under a waterfall Relentless flow of application information Why can’t this deluge be money? Applications for colleges, scholarships, volunteering, jobs
Hours, minutes, seconds of my time. Tic; Mathmatics
I have to tell you about the language of My generation: prodigies of telecommunication
They gave into cars And now they hardly walk They gave into TVs And now they hardly exercise
I've got you in my bare hands. Yet it's as if I am at your command. It's no wonder you have a reputation for being so witty. You know my secrets and at times they're for you to keep.
A life of a cell without a living cellis not much of a happy life at all.You humans make my life a living hellEvery time you slip and make me fall.
Can anyone save our minds? Now like a sieve in the sand Soon there will be none left to find Instead, we are kept busy with our hands The base of knowledge, smoldering in flames
He's on his cellphone while his 2 year old child is running around, Through the window I see a family eating dinner and their all separated by their own entertainment,
"When was the last time you stepped out of that cramped space?" Oh, I'd say it's been ages Since I could freely walk the forest trails and sniff the pine air It's been forever. I've been busy.
Beep, Beep—Sorry\\ you said—system failed—What? No, no This can’t be happening black lifeless, lurid, and LED where are you, friend?
A world once driven by its people and their will to overcome this thing we call life is now undone. A world now driven by the need for the newest and greatest technology when we already have it.
Man vs. machine, machine vs. man. How can one understand such struggle in this bubble we call the world. Airstrikes strike the air with such force, and now it's up to only us of course.
To take away from humanity, and to be stolen from nature. We have yet to decide which should be mandatory.
Today is Friday. The paper doesn't come on Fridays,
Technology is all around us that we must understand In order for the human race to leap forward and advance Whenever I think about it, it's like my brain is in a trance All this science and math is making me dance
The fire is the world The smoke sits Can it always be?-- Never! Smoke back to fire We envision the imposible
I let the shadows speak I let the mind grow But never let it be weak, To discover the things I need to know. A beginning of a moment must come to an end The end of a moment must come to a beginning.
I’d change the way Americans communicate. But let me change you before I hyperventilate Your social sites, your smartphone, your online games Have given you bloodshot eyes and a liquid brain
Money first tangible, now pay day first typed. The workplace is not flat No more walls, but barriers Information overload, overcharged, overstimulated Sorry this is more than 140 characters
Clickity-clack The hands do smack Over keyboards of our Macs Tweeting our bros back. Shorts up ya butt. Praised is the slut. The preppies want the purebreds,
The fllwing poem is two Elizabethan sonnets placed back-to-back. Evolution favors those most adept. It favors those with knowledge to move on. So while the giraffes with the short necks slept,
CDs everywhere. Fast forward a few more years. Phones everywhere.
It's great to see technology increase for the better good.It's great to see people control manual robots for precise surgeries.It's great that deaf people can hear, and soon blind people will see.
Technology has rendered me alone.Amidst the chaos of a stressful time,I find myself attached to what I findto be what helps me feel the most at home.
Since a young age I came to be A computer geek with technology always around It was not long before I could see This was the direction in which I was bound As the years flew by
I've never really sat down to write a poem Just sat to write thoughts from my head Never really thought to write a poem Maybe I'll write one by the time I'm dead But now I sit facing a window
If I could change anything about the world I would change the media
The society we live in is largely consisted of the latest tech inventions- Smart phones, computers, tablets, galore. What most fail to realize is that these gadgets seep deceptions.
SLAM,BAM BAM. Fire, Ash, and Wind,Leave us with a world of sin. Hate, Crime, Rape,Who's to blame for heaven's sake? Heaven. Up. The sky,God will help, right?
Letters and emails
Friends, Facebook Hashtag, Twitter Instagram Moments Social networking a must iPad, iPhone, Smartphone Internet in hand Click and search Everything Instant
So many things could change,Only to change one,How can you choose?I would change the way people see time.People are so caught up in tomorrow or yesterday,They watch the minutes tick by on technology,
Wires and networks Cricling around The world is connecting Data of sight and sound Families apart Together on the web Talent so raw In laptops on a bed Sharing the world
No more clicks, Just touch screen tips. Detached from reality, Virtual scenic. Heads nod, but only Like sorrow-- One direction. "It is cool that I borrow... Your wifi, bro?"
Here to tell you all that we’re all computerized, Screens are friends, cameras eyes, My whole generations so syn-chro-nized, Never lived a day without computers in our lives, The day we were born, we watched tv,
“Can I have that to go? But why do I ask? Time doesn’t go slow, And I have no better task. But we are always running, Away to better things. Our aversion is stunning,
What are we missing in class you ask? Technology No more pencils, no more books Bring on the nooks
Paint a picture of a perfect place A place where the grass is greener, A place where we’ve got it made Through technology, sex, war, terror, fame, money, drugs We think the perfect picture is things
World is changing. Never the same. Please don't yell. I can't take this blame. Each day is new. It's mind more complex. From pencils to keys, Let's our mind run free.
I remember being a little girl Sitting on the sidewalk with my bucket of sidewalk chalk Drawing pictures of fish and of flowers That really just looked like scribbles on the cement
In high school I was smart, confident, but quiet Never was one to propose a riot But now I'm in college and I've seen it through What time-worn technology does to you
I can hear your sweet voice at HOME. You sing to me to make me feel free. but do you know how much you mean to me. For to my heart, you are the key. I love your TOUCH on my skin.
Pen, Pencil, Paper Do you even know what a word document can do? Chalk, Eraser, Blackboard Have you even heard of a SMARTboard? VCR, VHS tape, CRT television
As the earth advances along its path New technologies come and go. With bold discoveries in science and math People can help the world to grow.
School is mean't to teach What is being taught? Math problems, history What about the future? Technology, communication, work ethic Teach things that will push us far in life.
Accepted. “In the loop”. Everyone wants to feel that way That’s why people look at their phones 34 times a day They never put their headphones away It feels so nice to have something to say That’s why . . .
So, I'm perched atop my study stool, removed from social interactions. I've become a slave to post-secondary school. I derive equations, not satisfactions. I've been solving for x longer than I can recall,
Technology has revolutionized It is no longer in disguise With its canny ability to explore Who knows what is in store Who would have thought of internet and portable phones
It seems to me like we don’t have time for each other. Technology’s supposed to keep us more connected, But somehow we’re becoming more distant. Sending texts of meaningless conversation,
Disconnected Welcome to the proud planet of EarthWhere human interaction is a clear as dirt.The same flourishes of skin on skinHave become virtual keys and clicksNames don’t matter anymore,Hash tags and @ signs have taken form,As the new fingerpri
The stylus I grip in my palm is a stylist. I can create tears of joy, as I can create tears of pain. A grin, or a sharp smirk on another person's face.
We all love technology, I however, do not approve of it in schools. Take them out. I prefer textbooks over ebooks. You can mark them up, add notes, in an ebook all you can do is swipe to the next page.
Everything we are, our heart, our soul, our mind is being deprived jeoperdized. Because our friends are those we dont recognize. A group so vast in size, but a friendship that can only be surmised.
Attention young people of the world, my peers! It is not the end of the world if you forget your phone at home or your device refuses to connect to the free Wi-Fi
Before the computer Before the cell phone Before the Internet Before texting and email There was face to face connection Talking, visiting, laughing with a family member
I don't like to be ignored. Actually I HATE to be ignored. And fuck those of you who immediately think that I am an attention whore. I'm not, I just don't like to be ignored.
Black. I turn to the square. It’s light immense, mesmerizing, captivating. And there’s color. So much color. I can’t stop myself from looking.
Let me paint you a picture Of a world gone blind from hours untallied Peering into a window of light so blinding It consumes our thoughts every moment Step into the door, my friend
I You He She It We They Are all calling out, Hear us singing? Are traveling about, Hear us ringing? Vibrating through many miles of wires,
The other day my guidance counselor Mrs. SolovayCalled me into her officeInto a crossed out corner of thisOutdated newspaper clippingIn that prison cellWhere nobody usually goesBecause like me,
everything is here, all this power at our fingertips some shy from it, scared of the glow, the crackle of electricity those not scared away, their lips curve up as they move forward
Oh, computers, how I adore you Your blocky, boxy body And chaotic crossing keyboard Are always there for me Through thick and thin I can always count on you To delete my work
I saw the best minds of my generation go to waste when technology took over like a windstorm in the night grabbing hold of everything and everyone forever changing the lives and minds of the people who fell victim to it,
Rows and rows of wandering minds, not zombies, not the definition of a human as represented in Huckleberry Finn. Not flamboyant like Kerouac. Not mindless like Orwell warned.
(poems go here) First Period- I’m busy running a T-test, Juggling sample means And standard deviations; But then- Vibrations Buzzing so hard against my leg; My phone asks, pleads, begs
Standing absolutely still, big, and tall in their dull surroundings they wait patiently for their next victim
(slow): bee boo bee bop bee bee boop.. *internet connecting noises* connecting.. dialing... connecting.. (fast): CLICK CLICK facebook! ITunes! google! twitter! (slow): connected...
What do I want? My days are limitless What do I do now? My days are limited I desire my wants And want my needs Yet when they approach me I am afraid, indeed
(poems go here) I want my words.. By Ms. Marketta Taylor
I see a space where no great thought floats among stray feathers where loud sound chases g
The swaying of the trees Puts me at ease In the midst of anger The strong wind against my face Brings me to reality Realities of the world
Scroll to get the latest gossip Scroll to laugh at pictures of cats Scroll to find out how to get to Olive Garden Scroll to stalk your ex lover Scroll to go on a virtual shopping spree
I am the quad core intel i7 chip in the beautiful aluminum unibody MacBook Pro. I am the retina display in the iPhone 5. I am the 4g LTE in the all new iPad. I am the 32 gb of storage in an iPod touch.
So many days in that black swivel chair Clicking on clues, who needs fresh air? Staring at the screen with its curve like the earth You’d think I’d been doing this from at least birth
The black mother could only shed one solitary tear. To see her only son locked up for having no fear. For being proud of his color, character, and his dream; After all she planted the seed.
How is it possible to never have to think at all? Easy, use Google. How then will we prosper? Easy, follow the ones who created Google. Well what about the ozone and global warming?
I DON'T ALWAYS CHOOSE TO TALK ABOUT HEARTBREAK SOMETIMES I WANT TO VENT LAY DOWN A PIECE OF PAPER AND GO AT IT WITH MY PEN BATTLING ALL MY EMOTIONS WITH THE STROKE OF MY INK LET MY FINGERS DO THE TALKING
In a world full of technology and communication we all end up in a seemingly endless situation in a world full of thinkers and hopeless drinkers the endless lovers and overbearing mothers
Hunger, starvation What I wouldn’t give for the sensation Good, bad, any feeling would suffice Or, better yet, to sleep forever would be nice For longer than I care to remember I have been numb
All gathered around Our curse the plasma bright screen Our entertainment has changed All from Satellite From one network to more The H.D. black box