What happened to us?

What is love today?

Click-click-click
the hollow sound from the keyboard
echoes through my head
electronic sounds
word printed on the screen
"FAKE"
I scream loud, a natural sound
but I don't stop
Click-click-click
my fingers hit the screen
sending fake words
love through a screen
sex with yourself.
Click-click-click
the clicking continues
as I try to walk away
you pop into my head
unreal love,
hardened words
cold voices
icy touch
What happened to us?

Author's Note

i just made this up while I wrote... dont know if you understand=]

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Not competely, but I got the essence of frustration in your words.
I hope you can expand, you leave me wanting to know more. What did happen?
The best form of writing to me is free flowing thought. Fresh hurt, fresh rage, raw emotion. Give me more. Don't think just write. You may surprise yourself. Show me a little love.... Where did you begin and again how did you end up here?
Nice work.

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Gahhhh I love this, especially this part:
"Click-click-click
my fingers hit the screen
sending fake words
love through a screen
sex with yourself."
This is so awesome.
Sometimes making stuff up is the beauty,
and sometimes it just turns out to be one of the great writes.
I really love this. Awesome awesome awesome.

[Dominique]

I get how that feels, I love it.

[Liza]

i understand...the missing connection between people through a virtual screen - you get a simulated amount of attention but not human connection through touch or affection.

[Cody Michael]

I think i understand what you mean... Frustration seems to be a big emotion i feel, as well as confusion.

[Aly Jones]

I'm kind of confused. Is it about when computers take over the world, or a breakup?

[Kenneth The Poet]

Connecting...the new-fashioned way.

[J.V. Stanley]

Reminds me of the desperation that people have on chat rooms. When I read this, I thought of YM chatrooms exactly, inundated with bots and desperate people looking for some fake lovins.

Or simply a long-distance relationship, one that lost the urgency of love within it and became more obligation than anything. Words are words unless they have the actions to back them. you can *smile*, *giggle*, *laugh*, *hugs*, *kiss*, all you want to, but unless you're there to hear it, the words and actions are fake unless you're actually doing them at that moment. We put these down to appease, to add humanity to our texts or instant messaging, but the actions mean significantly more if you are there physically holding that person, etc...

at least this is the way I took the poem. Either way, good job.

[Russe Salome]

This is golden. I think I like this one the best out of everything I've read by you. You still need to work a bit on your capitalization/punctuation here so there can be a bit more clarity, but it's a bit negligible, I suppose. Good job.

[stars are far]

well it was nice
but the part of what i understood from it ..
i didnt get it all..

[Sarah E. Pearson]

Welly describes a few emotions in so little words