what feelings does this poem convey?What storm? what friends?

[THE BANNIBAL ONE]

Facebook,Myspace,Twitter,
this is real life?
Or is it to get nosy,
telling others your sorrow and strife?

Reality begins with caring,
sharing from the heart,
Not bragging about deeds,
how great we are,
Leaving your name as you depart.

Self pride,overwhelming,
making a name for yourself.
Then alone playing a tune
with yourself,
Glass houses in Hell.

An asylum of doom,in a dark room,
adding another"friend,
The world outside,ignored,
when does this end?

It ends in old age,internet signals,
eventually run dry,
today,real people suffering,
not your self centered cry.

What storm you ask,
as wind blows towards you.
Remember when you have nothing,
no one to care.
What do you do?

<<The bannibal One.....peace...
I'm having a rough time picking BA.
Thanks,,need a while to think..

[*Tink*]

it makes me think of all the teens and young adults on the internet. its become a place not to connect with friends, but to complain about your life or to make yourself look clever, or humorous, or pretty, somehow better. although i kinda give these people more sympathy than i think the poem does. bc to me these people arent getting what they should out of life. i like the poem, especially "glass houses in hell" - its a powerful line. one to be remembered.

[Susan]

I Absolutely Love It! Facebook, Twitter etc all pretend places for plastic people. Reality does involve caring and being a "real person"
The way you predict the future for the pretenders is chilling & delicious at the same time. The manner in which you intro the poem is very clever, quite tongue in cheek. Bravo!
I'd like to read more!

[skinnydoctor805]

Small things are what counts, as the clock ticks
talks, evening walks for health and awareness,
'swear to love me, never leave me' is one click,
cursor reserved for messages, it;s a test
of the will, of the attention spanned to next scam
that withers the friendship like a bad spam,
a storm drain where the bodies are stuffed,
but the bodies are living with no love or trust
dust is all we will become some say but not quite-
we live on in every word we write.

[BB The Other Me]

Now this poem is one i can relate to, because i just had a conversation on FB with a person who deals with reality and how caring should be. Take care of your own and others take care of their own and then it goes around and around that all are taken care of and then when disasters hit we can reach out without neglecting our own to do for others. Thats what we do, that how we are supposed to do. Fake love and christianity doesnt do one thing but put false feathers in a persons cap they think theyre going to fly off to heaven with.Read 2nd Timothy Ch 5 vs 8. and then look to proverbs where it says save up not for a week or a month but even a year for your own house and family so that then if you have anything left over you may give to those who need it.mind, it said those who need not those who do not work and drink and do drugs and go about without because of it. those whose children do without because of their habits. Then those who ignore whats gone on in new york and have no sympathy because it is not them thats living there and going thru it. we cant save every one we are not rich enough but to sincerely care about what others have to go thru shows humanity.Yap twitter Facebook i will repeat is not my life. i have a life , and i have a right to play a video game when i have the time or talk to my friends when i have the time. thats what phones are for also to talk to people. we are allowed to have a life of our choice in balanced situations so that we are not negligent of our responsibilities. but those whose life are these sites so that they ask "what storm"? or make fun of it, they need to get a real life and awareness of what reality is. Great poem TBO . this is your signature poem.

[Lapiz Dominoes]

I have a twitter prof. account
my facebook`s littereded with all kindsa `can you do this for me` rants
my blog of necessity is actually most respectful though with agonized, vicious at times war-damaged people -
what does that imply for the shallow vents regarding just - `non-compliments?`
I closed five accounts two weeks ago (not on here) as the facades are a blinding nuisance and people track you
i have real friends family underging traumas worry recession unemployments
pain
storms in NY city where my grandchildren are
yet the self-pity of scared youth and those misusing half-truth appall and drain.
So, say it again Sam
is it ok to be a happy chappy w-o someone here sending sneaky snide mails to get folk to bring people down?
I think I can be happy and share it - have some T.U.,`s and don`t twist my goodwill meanings folk
for the yoke`s on me (I am emotionally adult and full of humour and satire so cxan carry it)
but the bad joke ain`t on me.
when the cards are down, love`s what counts in manageably sincere amounts
unless splays a bad ace in the face of my family and friends
........does no-one ever make amends? You can be happy (or be miserably `always right and in virtual unrealty)
so be happy bunnies as it eases the pain to be - funny.
LOl.
TY for posting this bannibal..in the beginning middle and end
the love you let in
is equal to the love you put out
fight if you must, liars from fear, but learn too to be
trust-worthy...trust?...well what it is, is that
it`s a `learning` not a `given` lest your heart be again riven.
LOL.

[Rise below]

A wonderful work.it shows how lonely people are.
One real friend to me,is worth 1000 internet masqueraders.
The women gave great answers.heh,heh
cheerio chap.