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through my bedroom window last night
these 160 character glimpses into our new-found reality
are just flying around up there over our heads
carrying people's hopes and dreams
and unrequited love and pizza orders
as we sit alone in our rooms
night after night
pecking away @ our keyboards...
making love to our cell phones
through my bedroom window last night
these 160 character glimpses into our new-found reality
are just flying around up there over our heads
carrying people's hopes and dreams
and unrequited love and pizza orders
as we sit alone in our rooms
night after night
pecking away @ our keyboards...
making love to our cell phones
Published 6th Apr 2011
| Edited 6th Apr 2012
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Anonymous
6th Apr 2011 11:38pm
One of the few poems about modern technology which I can stomach and seem deep rather than shallow and unpalatable. The lines about words whizzing around above our heads along with hopes and dreams and pizza orders was sadly profound.
7th Apr 2011 2:24am
see this i like i like ur style...its as if generations after us they will read this and be like wow...cell phones...ha ha...no really its cool and super relavant to our daily lives...i appricaite poets like u..true to ur reality yet so imaginative and pensive..awsome.
5th Oct 2011 11:49am
Insightful and enjoyable. This poem reaches deep into our modern conciouness and taps away at its most unsual of realities. Love it. Well done
