vrijdag, september 03, 2010


Friends Without Faces

by Thomas Teague
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens,
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze,
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.

We chat with each other, we type all our woes,
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name,
We want recognition, but it is always the same.

We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.

Why is it on screen, we can be so bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind,
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.

The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell "real" people, but tell someone we must,
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.

Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains,
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.

5 opmerkingen:

Doreen G zei

What a lovely poem Emmy and so true too.

deanna7trees zei

love your poem and the words ring so true.

Willy zei

Emmy toch...wat mooi!

Janny de Roo zei

Helemaal mee eens, maar hoe kom je er toch aan....(van diezelfde vriend, onze computer, misschien...?

t zei

hey, just found your blog through flickr. so much beautiful colour here.