Airplanes and Fireflies
By Winter Burnett June 21, 2017
Stars and fireflies. The tiny lights that light the way.
Airplanes and cell towers. Are they the ones that get in the way?
Technology has this hold on me... that you don't see.
It has the ability to connect you to me.
When will I stop pretending?
Can I ever change my ways?
These secrets I hide?
The lies I hide behind?
The flicker of hope a like brings.
That twinge of regret after a snap.
One retweet would be worth a hundred words.
That tagged status update, a million.
When will I stop pretending?
Can I ever change my ways?
These secrets I hide?
The lies I hide behind?
The humor is geared towards my favorites.
I have a collection of admirers.
They don't know the real me.
And those who do, I fear don't want to.
When will I stop pretending?
Can I ever change my ways?
These secrets I hide?
The lies I hide behind?
I fear that I'm some peoples' annoying, unfollowed follower.
But I don't fear the internet, I fear the place we call real life.
How do I leave this fake world and focus on the now?
How do I draw the line and not use it to hide behind?
So many thoughts.
I should start another journal.
I should find a friend.
But which ones are like me? Pretend?
Casual poetry I write when I could be doing other things... Why do I always like my procrastinated poetry the best??? Also note that the punctuation I use is not always correct... I mostly use it for emphasis and poetic detail... Don't sue me. Thanks. Also the more I read this the more I find it obnoxious and dramatic. Imma post it anyway. Thanks for reading Winter's poetry and random comments on said Winter's poetry. Have a lovely night/day/existence.
I don't think it's obnoxious or dramatic, I think it's raw and real. I really appreciate it. (That sounds kind of weird to me, but it's how I feel. :)
ReplyDeleteYea! I'm glad you appreciate it! And thank you for your comments too. It's good to know how other people interpret my little words. :)
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