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Addicted to Technology: Without a Phone Poem

Luke Holm earned bachelor degrees in English and Philosophy from NIU. He is a middle school teacher and a creative writer.

In a previous article, I write about how modern technology and the internet are changing the ways humans communicate. This poem elaborates upon these ideas:

Without a phone, I am alone.

The masses pass by us
sucked into screens
absorbed in a culture
of cyberworld dreams.

They move forward together
like fish in a school
ushered to nowhere
by media’s tools.


The real world is fading,
just drifting away
while I’m left debating
society’s decay.

I live in a generation
consumed by devices
a time when reality
no longer entices.

It's at the point
where we’ve closed ourselves off--
where talking’s taboo
and eye contact is scoffed.


I fear that this crutch
will become more than a prop
that soon we’ll no longer
be able to stop

the hypnosis of screens
held in our hands
and technologia
that slowly commands

our minds to submit
to illumined displays
until we’ve been drained
of humanly ways.


It’s the end of interaction,
the fractioning of existence
as sentient beings
and a movement toward
cyborg machines.

I think before long
we’ll integrate in our brains
microchips and small wires
and synthetic strains

that alter our genes
to advance our species--
an army of robots
that no longer he – shes.

We’ll become an interconnected system,
unified with all of humanity’s wisdom.


Alone and at home, we’ll plug into walls
to charge up our cells and download protocols.

When all minds are combined
and know everything
there’s no point in conversing
or so it would seem.

Why would you rehearse words on a train
when everyone knows everything in your brain?
They know what you’d say
and how you would say it

and you’d know that they know
because they’d relay it
through a similar system
like the internet,
something so advanced
we can’t fathom it yet.


Maybe its just evolution at play
and really everything I’m trying to say
are the words of a grandpa
remembering the days
when kids ran around in physical play.

Perhaps I’m stuck
reminiscing a style
where people beguiled
and took more than awhile
to share their stories for no reason at all.

Ah, nevermind, I see you’re getting a call.

Your Your Cell Phone is Changing You

© 2020 JourneyHolm


BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on January 18, 2020:


This is a wonderful poem. That is all I see no matter where I go..people on phones.

I would think over dinner the couple would put them away to enjoy each other's company...their lives must be so boring.

I love this part: Alone and at home, we’ll plug into walls

to charge up our cells and download protocols.

When all minds are combined

and know everything

there’s no point in conversing

or so it would seem.

I hope it truly never comes to this...but I applaud your thinking.

Great write.

Lora Hollings on January 18, 2020:

I love your poem, Luke. Our society has become almost obsessed with technology and you have to wonder where it is leading us. I have heard programs on public television that our brains one day maybe merged with computers and I ask myself would I want to be around when this happens? No, I would not! Your poem really makes us think about an existential question that perhaps we really need to ask ourselves. Do we really want to give up part of our humanity and become part machine even if it means immortality? Great poem. Thanks for sharing.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on January 18, 2020:

Luke, I have written a few poems and articles on this very subject myself. You explain expertly what I happening in the world with phone and device addiction, but the really scary thing is your prediction of what may yet be to come. This is a terrific poem and I love it and the message.

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