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Internet addiction

I am your computer

Notifications give you a boost

But one day you’ll realise I have you tied in a noose.

Your real life slips away

And is replaced by me,

You are now living a whole new reality.

You have lost all other hobbies,

And your ability to write.

Instead, you find, you can only type.

Your face burns from overuse,

You want to get away,

But, in my clasp, you will always stay.

While once you went online

just a few times a day,

Now you check Facebook until your mind starts to fray.

You feel out of control,

You’re screaming inside,

You turn to your blog in which you confide.

I stop you from sleeping,

You lie wide awake

Now you have come down with a nasty headache.

You realise you have a problem,

You try to seek some help,

But drugs get all the spotlight… no body hears your quiet yelp.

Yet you know I am just a drug in disguise.

I take away your stress.

And without me all that’s left is emptiness.

Poetry and thoughts on “lack of insight”

“There are parts of you that need to be brought back. And if anyone in your life is not okay with that… they are not your people. Your people will be glad to see that spark starting to light up again. So, if you have been slowly fading away my friend, this is the time to start saying yes to things that bring you joy and no to things that don’t. It’s really pretty simple.” Donna Ashworth, From ‘to the women’

“I started calling that girl back. The girl who loved living, the girl who danced instead of walking. The girl who had sunflowers for eyes and fireworks in her soul. I started playing music again, hoping she would come out. I started looking for beautiful moments to experience, so she would feel safe enough to show herself, because I knew she was in there. And she needed my kindness and my effort to come to the surface again.” s.c lorie @ butterfliesandpebbles Continue reading “Poetry and thoughts on “lack of insight””

Dopamine Blues

I am a bucket with a hole in its base. Nothing I put in will last. I turn to online dating in need of elevating but meaningful connection is scarce.

Continue reading “Dopamine Blues”

I am suicide poem

I am your only hope,

I will take away your pain.

I will be your umbrella

In the endless rain


Come to me, my weary child,

And I will give you rest.

Ignore those who oppose me,

For I do know you best.


Thirteen years of social exile,

Slander, fear and pretend.

A broken, fucked up family.

Losing your best friend.


The destruction of our planet,

No chance to start anew.

Radiation and noise everywhere you go,

This world is not for you.


You will not be taking your life,

For there’s no life left to take.

Your spirit died a long time back,

Your smile is only fake.


So when you’re feeling lonely,

Remember I am always here.

You don’t have to suffer

Yet another year.


Wash me away,

I do not want to exist today.

I hide my head beneath thick fog.



Strong I am not.

My tears turn me to valleys,

They run all the way to sea,

To your heart and to your home,

Can you feel me?


Mistress of the Sea

Mistress of the Sea, they call you.

But I now know you were a siren,

And I was a sailor riding your sea of bitterness and sorrow,

Lured by your enchanting music

To shipwreck on the rocky coast of your island.  

Swim Sea Water Mystical Wave Sirens Mermaid
Source: Maxpixel

The idea of you

I cannot shake the idea of you

Your sweetness a computer program installed in my head and heart.

It cannot be deleted

even now I find it’s infected with viruses

that are taking over my entire system,

destroying me from the inside out.

the lonely ballad

empty wallet

porcelain tooth

fill me up

with your seduce

ride with me into the night

wing my dreams and give them flight

cute bike riding pic FINAL

Little Black Riding Hood

No one knew how it started, but Little Red Riding Hood wasn’t the same. Her family described her as the most ungracious child. She did not help out around the house, she scattered her belongings everywhere, she fought with her mother and she no longer saw her friends. She stopped going to school and slept all day instead. One day she traded in her red riding hood for one in black, the only trace of her old self the red ballet flats she wore. She then left home and moved into her grandma’s old house in the forest which had been vacant for years since the woman’s death. Continue reading “Little Black Riding Hood”

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