a thesis on doomerism
and internet consumerism
it makes me wish i was in my tomb
it’s wisdom, all of this connection
it’s nothing but a mention
when all you wants attention
i’m fucking crying... i’m crying staring at my phone
days left all alone
alienated from my home
who the fuck have i become?
when it ain’t one on one
i don’t know myself i owe myself someone who’ll listen
i’m lucky to be given
an opportunity to look in but
i give in just a little and
i give it all when i try
till i die
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Author:
jake (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2022 01:12
- Comment from author about the poem: a little fear i had or thought i wrote, from some months ago.
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Comments1
Technology is a blessing. But, it can also separate us and make us more isolated than we should be. We need more time for true connections not based on a back and forth text. Well done! 💖✨
Technology is no blessing, it's a beautiful tool. No more important to us primates than a sharp blade or a smooth wheel, this tool has so much sophistication though. I wonder what repercussions will become clear as a scar where someone pressed a sharp blade when our children's children have already been raised by phones. all alone. I am a big fan of Bo Burnhams "Inside" in how it represents our omnipresent connection. Total isolation.
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