Social Media

• Artist: Zorro Unknown
• Description: I wrote this poem a while ago and posted it on Power Poetry. Ultimately, I believe that Social Media will be the downfall of humanity because we uplift and worship it, chaining ourselves to it. It was meant to be in our control, not to be a manipulator. We have to stop using Facebook as a diary and run to the God that made you, because social media has the ears to hear, but not the intention to heal.
• Date: 02/22/2014
• Tags: poetry jesus socialmedia truth healing

Facebook asking me to write something
Asking God to leak inspiration from my veins
Open the floodgates of Heaven and pour out my pain
It pains me, that I am not living to my full potential
Twitter telling me to tweet but the birds don’t chirp in darkness
The dark past haunts day after day while night skies cloud tomorrow
Tomorrow becomes yesterday because today never forget the past
Never embraced the present and never walked into the future
Instagram revealing the thousand words in each picture
Every lie
Every truth
Every game
Every moment that could break a heart and give a heart a break
It breaks the silence and then you realize
The social media mediated and meditated on what you would tell it today
You confessed to the world what you didn’t confess to the one who created the world
And the creator of the world waited with a pen and a piece of paper for you to ink rhymes
But rhyme never caught time because it never matched the attached sentence in time
And every day, all you see is broken traffic lights as you ask yourself
Where am I going?
But the pathway is never clear, until you see someone who has gone through it
Some who got a perfect score on the Impossible Game, lost a life but respawned without a checkpoint
Check and mate, point noted that the noteworthy character of the story died with three nails
Three nails that made you too precious to give up
And while you like, share and follow the world
The world is a lost, cracked sphere
Under the influenced, corrupted “what if’s” on a society with no direction
The followers followed a leader who led the followers with leaders to follow nothing
Nothing last forever, or so the leader said
But the fairytale that was never told, told you that there was an everlasting end
Lasting forever with a never end
Heaven or Hell
And Instagram can’t give you the thousands of words to pour into a notebook
Twitter can’t tweet 140 characters that could ever chirp a confession
Facebook can’t possibly like you, critique you or share you
Nothing connecting you, without God’s relationship with you
Pour out the veins and turn off the faucet of my heart
Time is running out