PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

'tis when my psyche talks to me

the computer acted like it is

sentient, but has once again

made sure I was human

in how this black mirror thing

would process something

not in wifi connections

—automatic

Like perfunctory

smiles of eccedentesiasts

out there

but i have also

been bruised

you see—

So many broken bones

improperly have grown

already and then lately—

the rib contusions

still glad I did not have

brain damage and

internal hemorrhage

(I do not blame you,

i learned to compartmentalize

more by each faculty)

I love how it gets through

these unfurling of

heart-wrenching

candid cyberspace stories

yet know that even

if it is cybercultural

social media level, I try

to be level-headed/levelheaded

like unfinished sentences,

they can seem complete

when uttered (unwritten) and well-intended

who among us knew

about pure love, the real love,

the true love

(i'm sleepy so I segued)

it can be hard to find,

like ourselves, I guess

but i hope it

can be discovered