This isn’t worth my retweet
Another anxious night and I just don’t know where to begin
Should I do what I want to do or
Do what I have to do? #teenangst
I wonder if 90s kids had it bad with corded telephones
80s kids with their radios
70s with gas prices
50s….this is where angst started #herewego
James Dean, the beats, cultural suppression, cold war kids, Elvis and rock n roll, Suburbian nightmare, vast wasteland of tv, ‘Nam and the silent majority, Modernity rising and family matters.
This tweet relates to me
I should share this with everyone I know
Or share with my friends
Or share with my followers
Twitter does a great job combining the two
And cancelling out their meaning
To signify people are not what they seem #truth
Functioning the next day, I wonder if parents
Leave it to their kids
To leave it to their grandkids
Wondering who will figure it out
Before the apporach of our next big bang.
Twitter is the new religion -- Right around the block.
Drive to the nearest computer -- You step on a place of worship.
Pass by the nearest cell phone -- You hear the bells ringing.
Walk outside any day of the week -- You endure the Sunday that never ends.
Quench your thirst under 140 characters -- The world rests on the palm of your hands.
It's all about what you can give
What you say to benefit others
Shaping into the mold
Followers practicing what they preach
Favorites utilized as cocaine
About the attention
To moan, in a tone
It's about what you want to hear
At the given moment when things don’t conform to your way
Whether it's right or wrong
It doesn't matter
It's always about you.
Twitter gives us this purpose to participate,
commiserate, alienate, COMPLAIN...
Admit! you believe you have this
forsaken right to complain,
that somehow the Founding Fathers constituted that
from the beginning.
Unaware that every word said and constructed
to form a complaint comes with a price #murica
Twitter bird, can you tweet for me? Oh, that’s up to me?
You chirp as though you mock me
Wings proven to soar and fly free whereas
I remain restrained and incapable of going anywhere
#LT Everyone is in need of telling their story
Not all at once, but in pieces.
But with the dominance of our screens
and replacing necessity of paper and pen,
the story becomes convoluted into shreds.
U O E N O
Not him, not her, not anyone
Only God can judge me
But "God is dead”
According to Nietzsche and his existentialist followers.
Who is there to judge?
No one really knows
We're thrown out here
Responsible for the choices
Incapable of handling life’s luxuries
Enduring uncalled for experiences
Confused for all eternity.
So enough with your absurdities
Impulses and anxiety
Compulsive need to get attention
To grab the focus of an already shortened memory span
Of an entire population...
...Because this is your only life and it's ending every second.