computer
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All day
Every day
I sit on my computer
And all day
Every day
Nothing's getting newer
And all the day I'm thinking
That I am having fun
And by the next I then realize
Click, start, initialize.
New variable.equals (new life)
Set name perfect
Wait backspace, never too soon to possess
Delete, never too soon for success
This morning
the gray box's
pattern of lights
is all wrong.
The small box
is sick.
Its head
has bad things
in it.
The strong metal
can't help with
I'm meant to be strong,
By Default
I'm meant to be pretty,
By Default
I'm meant to smile,
By Default
I'm meant to be okay,
By Default
I'm meant to agree,
By De-
My parents say I spent too much time on the computer,
They say I only like it cuz it's so much newer,
But truth is computers are somewhat special,
In how much they give you power and make you level,
OUR LAUGHTER SHIMMERS
TWISTING THROUGH THE EMPTY CLASSROOM
LEAVING SUN STREAKED TRAILS OF DUST AS IT RICOCHETS
The blank document on the computer screen rears its ugly head
It's a quiet Tuesday night and it's raining while I'm staring at the computer
How could I write a poem on something like this?
How can you control me when I control you?
You may control my life,but I organize my life through you.
You determine my productivity,yet I use you to create.
You can do everything,yet you need me.
alone and bitter.
your hard personality is textile.
distraction is written clearly on your face.
the papers piled high, urgency overwhelming.
My pasty curves and structure hard
you always held in high regard.
You knew what buttons I liked pressed.
In regalia you had me dressed.
Oh, what times we had together,
"Be honest," they said, so honest I was.
Honest as nobody ever was.
Blunt as the barrier between water and oil,
I told them the truth without recoil.
The truth of our cohorts, sad but true
A broken heart is like a dead computer
You can charge it and re-use it as
many times as you want to
But in the end, its just a dead as the battery is in the
DEAD COMPUTER
I’m not a machine.
I make mistakes.
Hell, even a computer makes mistakes.
But unlike their errors, I don’t need
you to fix mine. I am my own
programmer. Making the necessary
It is my ambition to go to work as a computer engineer, marrying the software with hardware. I have been interested in it since I first learned how to build my own computer. I want to help design the technology we all use on a day to day basis.
With that sickening, gloomy grey that glides across my yellowing eye,
That redness that intoxicates my vision,
Burning everything upon its lonesome path.
Lost forever to the cinders of eternal sleep,
Oh the hundreds of writings I’ve read
They seem to mean something that’s not in my head
Why am I so lost?
System.out.println(theme);
Why am I not saying anything?
Some method I didn’t call
An error message notified me of my low disk space
My memory holds
799 videos
299 documents
gigabytes of images
terabytes of audio
Starting from middle school,
With petty journal entries
Just to keep some days in my memories.
I filled a journal with a key, bent.
The book didn't fill my hearts content.
A coder who shines in the light.
One who determines, what seems wrong and what seems right.
What he is doing, is his passion.
The goal to be recognized, is always ever lasting.
He stays up all day and night.
Blank document,
is the best way
to describe my mind
as this very moment.
Disconnect this USB,
full of confusing thoughts,
to calm down this process
i have going on
