In this Web...

by Everlasting   Oct 6, 2016


I cannot explain the way I feel...
Today.

These feelings are complex.

It's no longer,
the I feel sad or the I feel happy.

It's more of
I'm in reality
and in the imagination;
as if I am
stranded on Mars
but roaming my dear Earth
while wondering if
the internet
is a safe place

I mean, it also has walls
And there's also a police

Plus, the net
is supposed to capture...

Yet,

here I am

Captured

within this web

of

Poetry.

Am I a criminal? Or am I some prey?
Why am I here Today?

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  • 8 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Lets just say its an addiction :) Keep penning..

  • 8 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Sometimes reality is so bizarre, it's almost science fiction. The Matrix, a blend of pixels so fine, they'll able to write tear jerking sonnet devine; devised by a scotch swilling pentium processor, wearing brogues and bow tie.

    • 8 years ago

      by Everlasting

      Ah! that's an interesting thought. The matrix <<-- the word reminded me of the movie. I feel I should watch it again. Perhaps, now, I might understand it.

      Ben, you also come into the picture. Are you a robot?
      The question was inspired by Mr. Darcy's comment. Lol how? I have no clue. I don't mean to offend.

  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    Lucero, I voted on this in the hope I would remember to cone back to it but I didn't until now.

    This is (as always) a unique piece. I love your style and your unique topics too.
    Em

  • 8 years ago

    by Mahal Ko Kuya Ko

    Excellent piece, Ms. Lucero! The layout added to the whole point of the poem and how the narrator is somehow confused. Poetry walks a thin line between reality and fiction, and we will just get caught up with our feelings -- real or imagined -- now matter how we try to escape, and we'll be bothered to put them down on a paper. I like the questions on the last part, got me wondering also... The poems that you make are supposed to capture others, but you're the first captured victim. Haha. Sorry for my rambling.

    --- MKKK

    • 8 years ago

      by Everlasting

      Yeah... I'm captured.

      Oh well... XD

      Nice rambling. Thank you.

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