Addiction

By skinner_jennifer

Sun, 02 Oct 2016
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Little fingers

guess no more,

lightly tap in numbers

touch and scroll,

 

we all have our

freedom cry,

peace and love

are no lie.

 

Change the story

free the dove,

gloved angels

leave no prints,

 

they see with

visions clear

what we hold

ever near,

 

live this life don't waste time,

blackberry boy watches! He

sees acceptance as weakness

while you devour every word.

 

Clawing back many years

while experiencing fears,

all that lightens inside glows

living in the here and now,

 

bring forth flood of

changing rhythms

you give me hope

I'll take my time,

 

tempo my chance

trying to peep at

imagined secrets

that you keep,

 

close; caring for

you is all I need,

who cares about

what and where?

 

Refresh me you're

my other half

I'll always give

my life to share.

 

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Jenny

This is a good poem, but I must admit that I don't understand it completely. Who's the blackberry boy?

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jean,

I don't think you're the only one who doesn't understand this poem.

It's basically about the temptations of getting addicted to things. Blackberry is the mobile phone, I was just imagining the young students who I called boys enjoying the fruits of their invention, from people buying and becoming so addicted to their phones they can't imagine life without one.

I just imagine a world where we can turn back the time, which I know is impossible now, but we seem to have lost the ability to communicate with people and depend so much on machines it's frightening.

I personally just want to speak to a human rather than a machine, just glad I lived my life all those years back, because life is just much more difficult today.

Thanks for reading though Jean. It gave me a chance to explain the poem. Glad you liked too.

Jenny. smiley