Message Sent To Friends That I Wish To Keep.

After careful consideration

of your performance

as a friend

in 2010,

I have decided to extend

your contract

for another year.

Try not to

fuck it up.

[please note: this was a generic message sent through online discussion boards and is a notorious quote regarded in the general public, it just so happened to have an abundant poetical base]

Beach colours

Stale light green.

Champagne white.

Translucent purple.

Isolated patch of rain.

Flat water plain

Iridescent blue.

Yet still I thought of you.

Indifference

These moonlit seas

glint in vain.

In my stubborn sight.

For I am oblivious.

Of the strain of feeling.

With thoughts deep-rooted

in my heart.

Like dark mangroves

subduing moonlight.

Branches

inundated at high tide

gasping

a low and ceaseless sigh.

This full moon

is a white ghost

and terribly upset.

Dragging the sea after it

like dark crime

to the sharp edges of night.

All melody of this nocturne sea

is not for me.

These crashing waters compose

the piano monotone.

Fading

to deaf ears.

Somewhere two lovers walking up

the long beach,

together

may justify the moon.

But as for me

like dark mangroves.

I do not hear

these crashing waters.

And I am blind

to the glinting

of these moonlit seas.

Facebook No More

Gazing at the Facebook blue.

Time and time again; through and through.

Like searching an empty fridge.

With no contents, continually abridge.

Fumed, spiritous mists inhabit this place.

Yesterday's pizza, a status update.

An absence of milk shall procure

the obscure event invitation to join the human race.

While Facebook is no door

of social development.

It is a face in its own right:

Blue as a lap dancer and gaudily hazed.

You walk out of the stripper joint dazed.

It is a book in its own right:

Dragging you back after it like a dark crime.

Shoot the sheriff and the deputy will chase you double time.

Facebook is no door.

Facebook no more.

I stare at the sea of trepidation, in a ship of imagination.

Facebook is no door; Facebook no more.

Examine the fridge's inhabitation, cold, empty fixation.

Facebook is no door; Facebook no more.