One of my favorite past times happens to be sitting at the computer talking to people over the internet. More than anyone or anything else though, Bonnie has inspired the few works of poetry I have writen. Since I am so often typing to her, it is now second nature for her to be second person. Perhaps you will be able to infer some of what she means to me by what i wrote back in 2002 before we ever met.
“Online”
I enjoy to talk online
As the instant messages I send
Make me feel fine
Talking with my best friend
Is very near divine
Even after a fight
I feel as if on cloud nine
As we talk into the night
Siting on my chair of leather
Making up is so sweet
I wish we were together
I can not wait till we meet.
“Frustrated”
You stand there on the other side of the country,
Sending me aqua letters to my screen,
Your hands typing away to me.
Frustrated like Pyramus and Thisbe,
Deeply in love yet not allowed to be together other than the crack in the wall between our two houses through which we talk,
You still convey your love.
Smiling there wearing that blue shirt,
I wish i could see more of you,
To cuddle you as if you were my cat,
To cuddle kindly and caringly kiss.
But you are not here, you are away from me, on the other side of the country.
I imagine the smell of a Red Rose, when i can hand you one for the first time.
Frustrated like trying to pull a thing out of a hole in a box that is too small,
I love you so much,
I’m frustrated not being able to be with you.
"On the Internet"
On the internet, looking at each of the little names, the “screen names,” that show up on my buddy list. The ones that aren’t yours. What are these names anyways. Representing people in far away places, people that aren’t that far away, and people whom I don’t even know where they are. These screen names, codes for a person, a link into their world, connecting you instantaneously to the contraption which also sits right in front of them. How does this work. One letter different, a different person. By placing the finger down in a certain point I am able to go from one person’s world in California, to another persons world in Ohio, to another right here in Georgia. But what am I doing when I’m hitting the buttons down. How can the right combination connect me with you, and you with me. How can I sit here in my room and make your life better than it is. How can I affect anyone? With my hands typing away, it’s almost as if this is an art, too. Only this is better than any other art can be, for a painting can only do so much. This form can bring me together with someone whom I love. Someone I would spend all my time with. Someone somewhere with whom I’ve made no contact with other than moving my fingers up and down on a key, another key, and in combinations of keys forming combinations of combinations getting across ideas which bring up more ideas and having the ideas of you come upon my attention from the same thing being done by you. And through these actions we realize: we could stop this action altogether, meet face to face, and be completely happy with one another. That which we come to know each other by can entirely exit our lives and we would still retain the ideas it has evoked.