We all have to wonder, what this possibly means

With our mouse we roam, through out the rooms in a maze,

Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.

We chat with each other, we type all our woes,

Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.

We wait for somebody, to type out our name

We want recognition, but it is always the same.

We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt,

In ICQ we chat deeply, about why we hurt.

We do form friendships, but why we don't know

But some of these friendships will flourish and grow.

Why is it on screen, we can be so bold

The telling of secrets, that have never been told

Why is it we share, the thoughts in our minds

With those we can't see, as though we were blind

The answer is simple, it is clear as a bell.

We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.

We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must

So we turn to the puter, and to those whom we trust.

Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains,

They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.

Online Friends

The only claim I have is that
When I feel sad, alone or blue,
I get online,
Play wav's and chat
And find someone who feels it too.

They give love
And support, Opinions and such,
Which I can take or ponder much,
But..sometimes around a bend
I'll make a brand new friend

Feel bad, or sad?
Just plain sick?
Got and attitude or habit
You want to kick?
"Its ok" your friends will say,
"We've all been there before,
A time or two, just like you"

We know the ups, the downs,
The highs, the lows
The "I-could-kill-that-so-n-sos"
The pain and strain
Of getting through
The leaving without adieu

We've seen it all, the been-theres done-thats,
We've worn all the different hats,
That makes us each uniquely "us"
And when we want to make a fuss,
We come online and find
The equalizers,
The friends, who become our sympathizers,
Who know,
And feel,
And wish, And pray, When you both know there
is nothing more to say--
But an online friend
Will say it anyway.