My Internet Is Slow

My internetz are slow tonight
I do not know what's wrong
So I'm doing nothing much
Just listening to songs

Why are the internetz so slow?
Is it some virus or malware? oh no!
I remember last time I had this problem
Blue Screen of Death and madness

I wish my internetz were faster
I wish a data card was cheaper
I wish I had more power to download
All the songs in the world

But I am stuck here with a slow connection
Feeling embarrassed to even type its speed
Surfing in dead slow net is no fun
A dedicated broadband is what I need

To Make Her Bleed

The starfish lay there
Open
Like the star of David
Or a pentagram
Waiting for the prodding scalpel
To make her bleed
Feed her need
To feel something
Inside of her
To make her feel alive
Yet again
Wake her
From this deadness
The numb feeling
That had crawled
Deep in her bones
With the cold wind
The starfish lies
Lies there waiting
For something
To make her bleed
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We need more poems!!

Eating Bananas At 3 AM

There must be people awake
Talking to their girlfriends
Earplugs stuck in brains
As they lie in their beds
At 3 AM

There must be people awake
Sitting in a call center
Talking to someone in America or maybe UK
With a fake accent
At 3 AM

There must be people traveling
In the buses and trains and cars and on foot
In the darkness from A to B
Waiting for a loo clean enough to pee
At 3 AM

There must be people doing Dirty Things
Somewhere, where, I don't know
Don't even want to
But I know they are doing Dirty Things
At 3 AM

But what I really want to know is,
Why am I
Writing a poem and
Eating bananas
At 3 AM

Demon Kiss

Hello Demon,
We meet again
Been a long time
But we're still friends

How could I forget you
You were just over my shoulder
Looking at everything with mild amusement
My feeble attempts at happiness

There is broken glass in this handshake
Grind it in deep man, make me bleed
I still cannot feel anything
Only indifference

I think I am immune now
Immune to feeling happy, sane or insane
I don't really feel I have anything to say
But would you like some vodka?

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I read an email today, from one of you. Thanks. This poem is for you.

Butterfly Bullets

* This poem's title might remind you of Smashing Pumpkins song Bullet With Butterfly Wings

The fly at me one by one
Like angels falling from the sun
They bite and sting me, iBurn
I smash them away but they return

Butterfly bullets seep in my skin
Bleed me bloody, suck out my sin
Fangs fixed in my bones within
Laughing for my sins, I atone, #WIN

In a hale of orange, black and red I fell
Drifting between heaven and hell
What is real anymore I can't tell
I don't want to wake up from this spell

But it's already morning and I wasn't asleep
This dream of Butterfly Bullets ain't mine to keep
I've turned into an insomniac creep
Who pretends to listen to alarm clock's beep

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Never really rhymed so much. I'm awake at 5.30 AM. Couldn't sleep all night. Don't expect genius from me now. Take what is given.

The Poison Of Moving Images

There is a vision on the television
It is talking in strange words to you
You are listening entranced by the colors
Each channel flicked is something new

Your attention span wavers to a naught
As you drift through data streams on TV
What used to be cool now isn't even hot
You mind is imprisoned never to be free

There will be no turning off for the TV set
It will record shows while you catch your sleep
While you frown and while you fret
TV will calm you with soothing boops and beeps

With senses and emotions dull you watch
Like children entranced by moving images
As food crumbs gather near your crotch
You have become a slave to showbiz

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I don't own a tv and I am somehow proud of the fact. TV is poison for the mind, in all its forms. Save your kids, don't keep a TV in house.

The Cigarette

The cigarette dangles from her slender fingers
Leaving curls of smoke in the air
Lazily, she takes a drag
And blows the smoke in my face

The smile is in her eyes now
The joke is only on me
She strokes my head and touches my cheek
Almost motherly

The ashes float to the floor
She stubs the cigarette in my skin
I wince in pain but do not cry
I light another one for her

We do this till the morning light
Till I'm out of breath and out of fight
She uncuffs me so I can rest
Tonight will be another test

Of love, love and love
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Brrr, this is kinda spooky. Don't know where it just jumbled together from. The premise here is that a guy and a girl love each other but she is so possessive that she won't let him go. And the weird thing here is that the guy is ok with her possessiveness. So, it's like a mutually beneficial, not predatory, but symbiotic relationship which keeps everyone happy! yay! #WIN