Emoticons and Pros
By Najat Sghyar
I don't write,
I don't post,
Don't blog
Don't even start
So I never do end.
I don't publish
I don't share.
Nothing to accomplish
Neither, do I dare
To leave any comment.
Sometimes I send
emoticons.
More often I resent
writing
written
words,
By constantly
Typing
And erasing,
Typing and erasing.
Never shutting down
Always shutting up.
My e-life sucks
Cause I can't go offline
I don't write.
I don't like
I just stare
In full spleen
At every single shitty, cool fine
Thing that others tag on my screen ;
There is no timeline
But mine.
I don't write
I read.
Time for some chit chat !
Let's mix fonts
And munch on feeds.
No my caps are never locked
Away from keyboard ..
Always coming close
Coming to esthetic typos.
So I daydream in virtual blur
of good old smileys:
That naughty yellow face
On MSN messenger
Laughing silent hi hi hi's
Or the classic semicolon
resting on its side
With a bracket for a smile
Half asleep
winking deep
Minimal style
Of sarcasm quizz.
I didn't write shit ...
I write but I don't
I read when I shon't
I get lost in multiple tabs
Get lost ...
OK !
today
I write
in rhyme
on an open ... office ?
Don't you dare save this!
Your silly solo chatroom,
For what? For whom?
I get paranoid trips
Of foreign spies
Hacking my truth,
Websters in disguise
Inside my bluetooth
The biggest scam!
Compiling personal anthem
For some conspirary algorithm
Stalking through my webcam
I can't write
I can not.
I play safe mode
My faith uncut
Never doubt what
Google said
Whatever the buzz spread
From where shall I exit
This lonely life
of mine
online
Resign
Decline!
Whom should I bribe
To finally unsubscribe
This line of mine
Where everyone's a prophet
Who the hell am I
To be followed ?
Now I'm gonna write
Refresh what's within
Time to restart
To empty my bin
Begin:
Sign in
Don't even think
Of logging out
Leave the editing
As a sober drink
No time for printing
No track to be playing
Come on! Don't check your email
Get back on the trail!
Unveil
Exhale
No fail
Smash those keys
But don't you hit escape
Ain't no space
For wrong entries
Ain't no time
for loading down
For lagging
Giggling
Grinning
Googling
Gaming
Goofing around.
Come back !
From your aimless walks
Into the darkest webstreets
Clogged in blogs and vlogs
Instakilograms
in filigran
Of snapshit
and vine.
Now! is your deadline
WRITE.
Right?
Aren't I ?
Born and raised in Casablanca, Morroco, Najat studied corporate law in France and worked as a journalist in her hometown before moving to Istanbul in 2014 to focus on writing. Fluent in six languages, she writes short stories in darija- the Moroccan dialect-, poetry in English and Arabic and is currently working on a novel in French. She is a founder member of the Istanbul writing club Yirmi Yedi.