synthetic infatuations (computer girl)

we live behind screens
romanticising projected persona's
of people who bleed the same static
and have the same anxieties
with prolonged social interaction
stop idealising flattering filters
and the nostalgia of beautiful strangers
times are modern but art has died
from over editing and grotesque alterations
shrinking waists and elongating figures
into alien ideals we'll never reach
i am too far gone to be angry
with being brainwashed
into this factory manufactured
trigger happy computer girl.

(reading synthetic infatuations (computer girl))



all of my memories
have been distorted by remembering
i can no longer tell if i am fabricating
the bad days and diluting the good

i am becoming less
creating fragmented thoughts
to fill the void of a life i haven't lived
because i'd always been comfortable

i think i need jolting
maybe a razor stab of electricity
or to be dangled off a high building
so i can understand why i've been stagnant

distracted by the past
i have created a maze stale yesterdays
and become trapped among the high walls
too preoccupied to escape.

(reading stillness)