words describing becoming disassociated with the things that make us human beings.
As a child I had my own concepts of the world and how life was supposed to work.
I am, for lack of better words, disappointed.
ENTER: Adulthood.
It is not the responsibilities of being an adult that disappoint me. Oh, no.
It is however the realization that I have been stripped of my human experience.
I am surrounded by fast moving people going somewhere or if I may be allowed to view the glass half empty, nowhere.
I want to reach out and say, "hello" but I know better. How unfortunate.
My furniture is cheap, counterfeit and assembled for the sole purpose of profit.
There is nothing to marvel at. No detail to be impressed by.
Standard. Artificial. Dull. Void of any craftsmanship.
When I need help I am provided a number for assistance, but there is no one there to assist. I am given instructions by a machine that does not understand me.
Sectando, your poem captures, what society has become, whether for good or worse, I'm not sure, yet. And yes, everything is built, to be discarded, at the slightest sign of trouble, to the garbage bin, with no regards, to craftmanship or friendship, one needs, to live a full life.
How I destest voice mail systems, design to isolate people, from each other, under the pretense of increasing the efficiency of the modern world. When, in reality, it slows things down, as you're forced to replay the message over and over, again. I wish these systems could be discarded and a living person, placed on the other end of the line. Yeah, I know, I dreaming, but one can hope.
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I'm right there with you..people need to invest more in one another.
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Sadly, the bottom line rules today, as people have become pawns to be discarded, whenever a company .. read moreSadly, the bottom line rules today, as people have become pawns to be discarded, whenever a company decides to, in the vain pursuit of profits.
Sectando, your poem captures, what society has become, whether for good or worse, I'm not sure, yet. And yes, everything is built, to be discarded, at the slightest sign of trouble, to the garbage bin, with no regards, to craftmanship or friendship, one needs, to live a full life.
How I destest voice mail systems, design to isolate people, from each other, under the pretense of increasing the efficiency of the modern world. When, in reality, it slows things down, as you're forced to replay the message over and over, again. I wish these systems could be discarded and a living person, placed on the other end of the line. Yeah, I know, I dreaming, but one can hope.
Posted 10 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
10 Years Ago
I'm right there with you..people need to invest more in one another.
10 Years Ago
Sadly, the bottom line rules today, as people have become pawns to be discarded, whenever a company .. read moreSadly, the bottom line rules today, as people have become pawns to be discarded, whenever a company decides to, in the vain pursuit of profits.
Very nice use of thoughts in the poem. It is a new world. Hard to find real people to have conversation with.
"I am, for lack of better words, disappointed. "
Before internet, computer and phones. People had to communicate. A perfect ending to the excellent poetry. The poem open the door to a long conversation.
Coyote
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Thank you for this review, it's much appreciated.
10 Years Ago
I see you do a lot of reviews and are quite active on here and I must say I'm curious at what your h.. read moreI see you do a lot of reviews and are quite active on here and I must say I'm curious at what your honest opinion would be of some of my other stuff. "Secrando's Prison" is currently my favorite.
I enjoyed your poetry. Direct and honest words. I believe you need to read the Jack London book "Wh.. read moreI enjoyed your poetry. Direct and honest words. I believe you need to read the Jack London book "When Gods laugh." Your style reminds me of his. Poetry need to have punch to create reaction. Your poetry does. Good to meet you.
I like your pieces because each one is so different, and in a different form that it's exciting . This one is like the emotion is being thrown at me, and the lines just leave me in neverending thoughts. Once again I can relate to it in a way and every line really get's to me. I love poets that can describe the un-describable and you are one of them. Your poems have really touched me.
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I am really glad that you enjoy what I write, truly. Your compliments mean a lot. Thank You.
It does seem we are more and more isolated as adults. And, technology, while connecting us around the world, seems to be isolating us from our nearest neighbors. It also seems that there's always someone look for a way into your pocket, but returning nothing of value for the expenditure.
NOTES: I think this is more of an essay than a poem.
Isn't it strange how alike (and hence relatable) so many seem to think in our conceptualizations of aloneness?
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Funny you should put it that way. The other piece I wrote is somewhat themed around that concept. Th.. read moreFunny you should put it that way. The other piece I wrote is somewhat themed around that concept. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.
Very interesting. Like your other work, I don't think this is actually a poem, but who am I to say? I find the metaphor to a telephone operator is very creative and brilliant. This poem is very interesting and intriguing, I liked it.
I am...
-confused
-lost
-searching for self identity
-searching for my passions
-searching for anything i can enjoy
-passionate
-a failure
-a winner
-an "idiot"
-an old soul
-difficult
-.. more..