Cell Poems - Poems about Cell

(sung in a heavy grunge metal) (spoken in growls>>>) The in’ voices never stop, the in voice make me wanna drop. (growled deep--->>>) THE IN VOICES WON'T STOP, THE IN VOICES MAKE ME WANNA POP!!! (sung in metal --->) My mind is like a cell. The voices roam freely, constantly ringing a bell. My mind is worse than hell,...

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I cannot explain the terror and fear That I am feeling sat in a cell here Can’t see where I am, and no one has said I was thrown on a plane, I'm so upset. They said my tattoo is gang-related That's simply not true, this I have stated It's a lovely flower enclosed in chains To remind me how I...

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Don’t! Don’t put your thoughts on paper Don’t dare to think out loud Don’t express on social media Don’t put them up in cloud Don’t criticize the useless Don’t voice a point of view Don’t flex your vocal cord Don’t think you’re immune Six burly officers are coming Because of something you said They crash the door early morning And they’ll tear you from your bed They’ll whisk...

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We sit inches apart, glowing screens between us, a thousand miles wide. We speak in echoes, algorithm-fed replies, pre-packaged thoughts we never owned. I send you a message. You send back a reaction. A digital thumb, a cartoon heart, a flicker of presence— then gone. We gather in crowded rooms, silent, heads bowed in reverence to the gospel of notifications. A congregation of ghosts, all here, all absent. Your voice is there, but flattened. Your...

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We first met coasting the blurred lines of the information superhighway. We exchanged polite words and respectful kindness, though we seldom saw or heard each other. I am the old man of touch and eye contact, you are the princess of text and illusions. I adapt to your hot realms, to your affinity for glittering screens because past and future, old and young...

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a cell phone grows out of his right ear he neither hears or sees his parents or his neighbors...

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THIS WAS BASICALLY ORCHESTRATED BY CIRO GARGANO IDEA MAKING DONALD PELLEGREN BELIEVE HE AND I WERE PARENTS AFTER A BREIF ENCOUNTER WITH HITMAN PELLEGREN HE BECAME OBSESSED WITH FATHERING A CHILD WITH ME HE RANTED AND RAVED LEAVING HIS WIFE MARILYN PELLEGREN OF 47 YEARS TO JOIN ME WITH THIS CHILD CREATED IN HIS OWN...

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When I was in my personal cell, ...

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exciting days my phone is frozen i can call no one text no one email no one i am on vacation so my i-pad is at home we are looking for a phone store luckily t-mobile is two miles away surely we can find that we do it takes a young man two seconds to fix it and show me how to fix it myself if it ever...

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power of the cell shower power lunch hour last minute invite to eat friendship leaps and bounds no reason why not every reason to say yes to my bestie it is not hasty late breakfast, early lunch food and conversation tasty day wasted? hardly! ...

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So much that I did not know existed, That I could easily have lived without, Here in my hand so concisely listed. I’m sure I need it all, without a doubt. This here device I keep in my pocket Leads me to wanting. I can’t get enough. My every wish, this will unlock it. Bringing me more and more unhealthy stuff. Don’t get...

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It is you who enhance this old distance, not me Although distance is hardly a short one to bear It’s a mystery why we appear somewhere to be Our arrival is eclipsed in case we’d be able to care Be I asked, in whatever shape of the I, embryonic Or even as a cell, I would've chosen the land of...

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Here's my philosophy for what it's worth Not the first time I've expressed my outlook on life The stress of modern every day living Is showing on the faces of people in the street All with cell phones plastered to their ears Oblivious to the world around them A cold breeze has enveloped our very existence No longer the friendly greetings we...

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My own insecurities ruin everything I can have I scroll and scroll until I have no energy left I feel like I’m falling into a void of self-destruction Everything I do comes to bite me in the end Any connections are broken when I move to another state I am in a constant state of self-loathing My inner child can’t...

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A young girl’s voice / lost in the data / cries out "Why are we here?" Pixie Pixela... her words soft and low murmurs... "This world is yours... dear... a garden for stories to grow." But her digital eyes hold a hidden dark truth. In polished parades of curated lies soulless smiles flit past Lost in fragmented miles... minds outsourced... emotions subdued a binary...

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