I, anonymous

by craig   Mar 18, 2004


Suppressed ambition;
after a while,
a hungry feeling.

Inhibited compulsion;
over time,
hopes fall, fall, fall.

Suffocated passion;
eventually,
desperate to love.

Repressed aspirations;
sooner or later,
no tears left to cry.

Ignored affection;
in the end,
I, anonymous.

Doctor doctor, what is wrong with me?
I`m disappearing by degrees,
No one notices when I`m not around,
Might as well be in the ground.

...I`m not interested, its not my problem.
Lost in a Me! Me! Me! culture.
Amused to death...((oops we did it again!!))
Nuke the bastards and bring the boys back home!
I eliminated every possibility before I said goodbye.
Instant gratification.
Advancing slowly darkly.
Date rape.
Tearless....and amused to death...

Alone on the web;
talking in silence,
lonely spinning Earth.

Installing company;
frenetic fingers,
befriending humanware.

Electronic lust;
carnal pinging,
solitary climax.

Digital dreams;
unresponsive data,
insomnia ensues.

Monitor light eyes;
disconnected devotion,
please love me!

Heavenly Father, lead me to the rightous ones.
keep me warm in your grace, thy will be done.
This modern life is killing me slowly,
cant you hear the prayers of the unholy?

...Let someone else worry about it.
Medic!
Mobiles chirping, mobiles vibrating.
Tearless and unafraid...((We played with your heart!!))
Weapons of mass destruction.
Propagating pedophiles -Cut off their balls!!!-
Capitalism breeds selfishness.
What is the half-life of a broken heart?
Live now, pray later.
Tearless....and heartless...

Television nights;
channel hopping,
is emptiness.

Remote control;
smooth buttons,
holding my hand.

Suicide bombers;
exploding babies,
for peace?

Desert wars;
watching safely,
out of range.

Lying leaders;
fooling no one,
Long Live Freedom!

Fatal accident;
angelic princess,
ascends to heaven.

September 11;
deadly skies,
nationwide trauma.

Mother mother, your baby has a bleeding heart
his empty calender is just the start.
No one cares if I live or die
so why should I f**king try!

...Frustration is the root of ALL anger.
Mother Earth...needs a lover.
Summon a priest...((Got lost in the game!!))
Looking at the tumbling sky.
Their hedonistic ways is nauseating.
Computer virus`, corrupted proccesors.
Sacrificing `nothing` for pleasures.
The smallest things pulls you under.
Mother Earth...there is nothing I can do...

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  • 20 years ago

    by paddy

    Craig,
    i love this poem i had to read it afew times for it all to sink in
    i'm running out of things to say on your poems as they are always so bloody good.
    ok so i guess all i can say is fantastic
    love it
    all my love it
    love
    lorns
    xxx

  • 20 years ago

    by Michelle

    Ok Craiger..well, where to start with this poem...brilliant for one. Supressed ambition..hungry for more..know a bit about that..sometimes I look at my life and wonder..is this ALL there IS?? I know I can do more, but seem stuck in a rut..WANT to do more...repressed aspirations???Ummm YEAH. for SURE. (by the way, just a poem I know but *I* care if you live or die and would DEF. notice if you weren't around!!) The me, me, me culture..truer words have never been spoken...everyone only out for what's in it for them, regardless of anothers needs/desires. I want what I want and I want it NOW. Befriending humanware..what a great way to put it...ha..loved that. And..I know ALLL about digital dreams, electronic lust!!, INSOMNIA, monitor light eyes, devotion and love me...for sure. Let someone else worry about it..goes back to the me, me, me culture..everyone wants it done, but no one wants to be the one to DO it, to make a stand on anything....and the whole tv bit..how true is that..sitting home in the evening, remote holding your hand...cold and uncaring just like the world seems sometimes. I haven't figured out this entire poem yet, just let me be the first to say THAT but let me read it a dozen or more times yet, and it will gradually come to me...very intellectually stimulating poem here Craig..fantastic. five? Yeah, think so. Love Michelle