We sit and we type and we stare at our screens,
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our 'puters ...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...and odd little names.
~Rusty Black~
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our 'puters ...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...and odd little names.
~Rusty Black~
That's cute :)
Missed you today :(
HUGS!!!!
Laurie
Yes it’s lovely, but to be honest (maybe I’m old fashioned) I prefer when names sometimes get faces.
Is there a more childish form of "poetry" than that silly A-A, B-B stuff? Sheesh, dreadful. Like it's written by a dreamy middle school girl. It's why I hate poetry, I guess.
But "Rusty Black" makes a very sad social commentary: For many people, internet relationships have replaced friendships with real people. To me, it is odd that some people feel so comfortable saying things to and trusting people they've never met...often people of whom they know very little, not even their real names.
Worse, some people prefer such relationships to those with real, live, breathing humans in real life. There must be a psychological name for this neurosis.
"People in my life don't understand me...would never understand me," they say (I guess). So they turn to the interwebs, where things are just...easier. Easier than having to deal with real life.
Sad.
To My Friend Ryan,
Giant love and major amounts of naked hugs. No matter virtual, in person, email, internet, whatever....I don't care. I'm just thankful that I have you for a friend.
Love,
Your friend and buddy
Good post :)
I'm glad to be one of your friends with a funny name and no face!